So did we survive the half term onslaught relatively unscathed?
I think so. I’m not a complete gibbering wreck and can still string a sentence of relatively coherent words together if needs be, so we should be well on track for “dump the little dears back in class day” today. Yay
The Baby Boudica’s have been stupid excited about Halloween this year and made repeated demands to go Trick or treating. Or begging as we like to call it.
All requests fell on deaf ears and we had the perfect excuse this year – you can hardly go round scary people on a campsite can you?! Erm……
The whole Halloween thing normally drives me mad, the whole naff tat commercialisation is well…..<shudders>…..I can’t even think of a word awful enough.
Samhain is a special time of year, it is when we remember our ancestors and those who have gone before. Where we mark the end of the year and look forward to the beginning of a new one. It has absolutely nothing to do with plastic spiders and zombie outfits. But having young children, we are forced into the whole spirit of it. <ha>
So we drove into the campsite listening to the Theme from Ghostbusters very loudly in the car and bedecked our hired yurt in pumpkin fairy lights and flickering bat lanterns. Yes, yes, I know we have a tent but really, it’s so much more civilised turning up to find one already up with a proper bed inside it.
The boys love their camping and had been looking forward to going.
They love the freedom and the outdoors, if not the having to walk so far to the toilet and the inability to charge electronic devices with flat batteries! We woke up to the sounds of flocks of geese, walked a bit of the North Norfolk Coastal Path, visited some beaches and generally chilled out really.
We ate fish and chips on the quay at Wells and generally couldn’t believe the weather.
One thing I never thought I’d be doing at a campsite though, is carving three pumpkins with the aid of a small vegetable knife and a sewing repair kit! The next time Baby Boudica the Younger demands a pumpkin with a skeleton carved into it, he can ****** well do it himself!
Trying to get two small children to sleep in a yurt at night, with the wind whistling outside right after carving pumpkins, running round in skeleton outfits scaring the neighbours, telling scary stories and talking about deceased ancestors was always going to be a little tricky though!
I’m not sure if it was the pumpkins, or the seriously scary children but we certainly didn’t have any unwelcome visitors during our stay.
The downside of it all, is that Baby Boudica the younger is now obsessed by skeletons and is demanding skeleton toys, skeleton cards and skeleton cakes for his birthday next week.
I’ve created a monster…..really quite literally.
One thing doing the whole Halloween at a campsite does for you – it improves your fitness!
You’d be surprised quite how quickly you can walk to the toilet and back in the dark and the quiet of a sleeping campsite, with only the sounds of the leaves rustling and an owl hooting in the distance!