Between Monday and Friday the washing machine was on approximately 9 times ( if you count the time it harrrumphed, filled with water, and told me to go away and leave it alone).
During our camping trip we had some dry weather, we managed to sit out for the first two nights watching the stars, including some shooting stars, which were beautiful.
The other 80% of our time was spent in variations of rain. Fat plops, intermittent drips, exceptionally wet rain and sideways drizzle. The latter being my least favourite.
The kids, ten under 6’s, just continued to play cricket, ride bikes, play football and generally roll around in the mud regardless of the weather. Rain schmain.
By the end of our six days we had no clothes left, we looked like ragamuffins. We were tired, slightly skint due to spending the final three rainy nights eating in the pub and very, very muddy. Hence the washing.
As you know, the 4 year old is particularly adventurous and falls over a lot. Camping was no exception; He fell over his own feet, a bike, he even managed to chafe his butt cheeks on a rock. But his knees … his knees are actually brown. To be fair he had a couple of particularly bad knee falls.
I have scrubbed, he has screamed, I have wiped, he has wept. I quickly realised that the ‘campers knee’ is actually a mud encrusted scab. The mud will only leave us when the scab does.
I considered taking a picture of his ‘Campers Knees’ to show the horror in it’s entirety but shame prohibited me. First time for everything I suppose.
So for at least another week, my son will look like he hasn’t had a wash.
I will return with some photos of our trip at some point over the next few days. Our cameras both ran out of juice and died on us so I am stealing pictures that one of the Teenage Lovelies and my very own Teenager took!