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With no tent to pack, there’s more room for the most important things – like Prosecco
Years of sleeping under canvas as a child has instilled a great love of camping in me; I love the smell of wet grass, the way food tastes when it’s cooked outside and evenings spent looking at the stars.
But, when camping with kids in tow, several things are inevitable: they will always need a wee exactly 10 minutes after you do, a bad night’s sleep is as predictable as a trip to the dentist and, despite several layers of sun cream/clothes, they’ll always catch the sun/a cold depending on the weather.
Then there’s putting up a tent with an ankle biter at your side. I remember one particular trip to Latitude where it took three hours to erect a two-man tent thanks to my helpful daughter (she thought it would be useful to remove each tent peg as soon as it was hammered into the ground). Surely root canals are more fun?
Bringing the little campers? Get ready for fun and games!
But what if you could arrive at the campsite to find your tent already up, air beds inflated and torches provided? Not only that but your creamy bell tent is decorated on the inside with colourful rugs and flowers; look outside for bright bunting and solar panel lights?
This is what Kate at 2Posh2Pitch does: tell her when you want to come, how many people are in your party and which site you would prefer and she’ll do the rest. In our case, a very wet and windy weekend in August, two adults and one child, and Burnham Breck, Kate’s newest site located a hop, skip and an unaffordable dream house away from veritable Burnham Market.
There are three sites to choose from: Whitehall Farm, The Fire Pit and, new for last year, Burnham Breck. All sites are open from May to September, except for the latter which opens its gates during August only. New for this year are dedicated hen camps at Burnham Thorpe and Burnham Breck, with 4G for mobiles.
Mini Hen Do
A collaboration with the local church, Burnham Breck is run entirely by volunteers with 10% of the profit going towards its maintenance. Kate’s step dad also recently added flushable loos and hot showers to the site, injecting a little more luxury.
The site is as picturesque as you like – walk slowly past the toilets and you’ll see Burnham Ovary windmill in the distance – and is also in close proximity to Burnham Market meaning happy campers have three pubs, a village green, some quaint shops and the world’s best named deli, Humble Pie, just a 10-minute walk away.
This isn’t glamping in the true sense of the word – there aren’t BBQs, chairs, stoves or boxes of kitchen utensils to hand (although there is a fire pit with wood available to buy) – but all the better for it. The only thing I hate about camping is putting up the tent; the rest is fun.
Arriving at our large bell tent early evening on a Friday, we set to work firing up the tiny stove we brought to make warming bowls of soup for dinner, mopped up with crusty bread. If you want to give the kids something to do, get them to help you wash up in the big Belfast sink near the entrance afterwards – our dishes gleamed.
Get the kids doing the washing up!
That evening, with the tent all locked up (Kate provides a padlock for piece of mind), we walked to Burnham Market to meet a friend for a pint at The Hoste. Sadly, we turned the wrong way out of the campsite (it’s left people, left) and ended up lost, late and wet. We did see a colourful rainbow and fields with grazing cows on the way though. A pint by the fire felt well and truly deserved.
Back at the tent, we lit the wood in the fire pit and watched as the sky turned pink and the stars began to appear one-by-one. It’s evenings like this that make me want to move to the coast.
The next morning, we woke at a very respectable 8am, made fresh coffee and bacon sandwiches, and took it in turns to have a hot showers. Despite it being smack bang in the middle of the school holidays, the site was really quiet on our visit, with no queues for the toilets, the showers or the outside tap, and no loud music going on into the early hours. Perfect.
We spent the day in Wells, flying a kite on the beach (the one good thing about a windy day at the coast), munching fish and chips on the harbour and heading back via The Victoria pub for a pint and some board games. Even the weather played ball with just a few drops of rain despite the moody-looking skies.
Let’s all fly a kite
It looks like rain (and also, erm, sun!)
With no tent the size of an elephant to fold into a bag the size of a hair net (why are these things so hard to put back?), we were packed and ready to head home in no time. 2Posh2Pitch? No. But this is definitely the way to go when kids are in tow. Thanks for a wonderful weekend, Kate.