The long weekend just gone saw us pootle off once again in Dennis, this time to Hope Cove in Devon. We had a brilliant time, the campsite was idyllic - easily one of the best we’ve stayed at - and Hope Cove and Salcombe proved wonderful locations for a spot of ambling about.
Now I’m not going to lie to you. Going camping four hours away from home for two nights with a bell tent, an old camper van and one highly grizzly child is hard work, chiefly because it isn’t quite a long enough break to factor in any lazing about time, which after a long motorway drive, much tent-hefting and a lot of child-taming is badly needed I can tell you.
But walks were had, sea views were imbued, G&Ts were enjoyed in sunny pub gardens, rock climbing was reinstated as our family’s sport, the grizzly one gradually succumbed to his brother’s cheerfulness and sunset cricket matches became ‘a thing’.
Making the most of the Bank Holiday weekend and getting out there to soak up the sunshine and sea salt - that’s what it’s all about really isn’t it? But I think I might just have a bit of a lie down for the next one…
We stayed here and I highly recommend it, but don’t tell everyone, right?!