The Little Things - Camping Out

One of the things I really like about the long Easter holidays is the opportunity to do things that are a little bit out of the ordinary an I'm being reminded every day that it's not the expensive outings or the uber-planned excursions that seem to get the kids really excited. Oh no, it's the little things...

At the moment, in our house, son and step-daughter are totally obsessed with 'Swallows & Amazons'. They're listening to the audio-book, I'm reading it at bedtime and they're dreaming of a summer holiday in the Lake District where they can paddle about on the water, eating cake and avoiding the natives.

So, with this in mind, last night, they camped out.

Even the hardiest of campers need a decent tent...

Even the hardiest of campers need a decent tent...

After putting the tent up themselves, they furnished it with sleeping bags, blankets, torches and those other essentials that make nights under canvas fun/bearable* (*delete as appropriate depending on your point of view here).

So, when bedtime came, they made their way out to the tent with much giggling and laughter. Warm socks, jumpers and pyjamas were visible as they crawled into their home-from-home and soon the light from their torches could bouncing around in the sides of the tent like a very small, very quiet rave.

Back inside, I was planning a little stealth raid of my own into enemy territory, under the cover of darkness, to deliver a little package to the adventurers...

The midnight feast - an essential for campers everywhere...

The midnight feast - an essential for campers everywhere...

Juice and water, popcorn and biscuits, chocolate bars and sandwiches were all packed into a big bag and carried out to the campers along with hot water bottles and hot chocolate with marshmallows. A film was gifted to their iPad and the book that inspired it all, 'Swallows and Amazons' was tucked inside the bag and I crept down the garden to find them...

I was, however, totally let down by my comrade during the tent incursion - the dog galloped down the garden and launched herself into through the little gap left in the tent's door. Cue much more laughter as she tried to wiggle her way into the sleeping quarters.

So, as I say, it's the little things. The memory of two excited children peering into their midnight feast back, torches flashing in the dark to see what goodies have been delivered to them, smiling and laughing, is proof of that. It's also proof that the old childhood classics can still inspire and fire the imaginations of children now.

And it must have been fun because they're doing it again tonight...