You see, I love the outdoors. My whole family do. But I’m a terrible camper as I need my peace and quiet at night and something soft for my bones to lie down on. I don’t sleep a wink if I’m sleeping in a tent next to someone snoring or playing their ukulele, and get woken at 4am by the dawn chorus. And if there isn’t a loo or tap within a few metres, constantly taking my kids to the loo or making trips to fill up on water doesn’t constitute a holiday for me. So my long-suffering husband has sworn never to go camping with me.
But then a few years back a friend told me about Featherdown Farms where B. It was love at first sight. Continue reading