Right. I am sure you are all desperate to hear how it went.
The only gadget we brought with us was an solar powered mobile phone charger, and a coolbox which I had filled with cold foods and ice packs, one bone fire pot, Matches, a small spade and yes, that was it. Clothes, bread, an inflatable dinghy for the kids, plenty of buckets for picking wild blueberries, thermarests, a few wool blankets and our sleeping bags, oh, fishing rods, life vests and a knife. That was it.
We had 12 degrees centigrade in the day, it was colder at night. But we survived, and the kids had such fun.
I would get up in the morning, light the bonfire, fetch water in the river for coffee, make sandwiches for breakfast, and the kids would spill out one by one to sit on the picnic blanket for their breakfasts, and then dh. While I enjoyed a peaceful coffee, he would kit them out to go on the dinghy. They were totally entertaining themselves by the sea, throwing stones, picking shells, fishing for crab. We were fishing for cod and mackerell and coalfish from a nearby pier. (Have a pretty tall fishing story, too!) They were climbing trees, picking wild berries, searching for wood for the fire, and generally enjoyed themselves immensly. All meals were cooked on the bonfire.
I must say. My dh has seen me in a totally different light. After 15 years in London, he was reluctant to go wild camping. I refused a campsite. I think he thought I couldnt cope. Well I can. So there.