What is not to love about a beach camping holiday?
Before you answer, take a look at what camping can – and should – be: North Morte Farm, Devon, England
When our daughter and family mentioned that they were headed off to our favourite family camping destination for a week or two, Hubby and I jumped at the chance to bend our plans around in such a way as to join them, if only for a few days.
My favourite photo of the holiday:
Wild Valerian growing along the footpath down Potters Hill to the dunes at Woolacombe. It was quite a hike, but worth the solitude
The weather was somewhat mixed with some showers at night, but overall, it was a splendid weekend away, not least because we had our gorgeous little buddies to share the laughs, sandy feet, and kisses with!
I would be hard pressed to imagine a more beautiful stretch of coast than that of North Devon. It is truly breathtaking, and but a few hours’ drive away.
Five minutes’ walk up the coast from Woolacombe is a stunning little hidden beach, Barricaine, perfect for rockpooling and snorkeling.
One of the perks of a seaside holiday: Nodding off to the cry of gulls, the laughter of children and the rush of waves onto the sand. Perfect. (But, mostly my cheeky husband is smiling because he has just nicked my seat in order to take his nap!)
Once again, we returned to Potter’s Hill, the former links golf course dug up by the Americans in World War II and never restored to a golfable state. Now, it is a series of steep, sandy footpaths to the beach below. Having said that, I’m not at all sure a golf course here would have made much sense, considering the wind and the rugged landscape. But then, Scotland has St. Andrews… so what do I know?
Best moment of the holiday:
Little Man: I spy with my keen and clever eye… something beginning with…………. DIMP.
PopPop: (Clearly perplexed) Ummmm… dimple?
Little Man: No, PopPop.
PopPop: O…Kayyyy. Dimperature?
Little Man: (Laughs) NO POPPOP! Give up?
PopPop: I never give up. Dim-ples?
Little Man: (Laughing hard now) Noooo! This is easy, PopPop. It’s something you play with rugby.
PopPop: (Shakes his head. What he doesn’t know about rugby is a lot.) Ok, buddy – I give up.
Little Man: (Points to PopPop’s ball cap) IT’S THE DIMPER BRONCOS, POPPOP! Gahahahahahaha!
Me, Darling Daughter and PopPop practically wet ourselves laughing. Oh, buddy, that was a GOOD one!
What is a beach holiday without little people to fill it with laughter?
Worst moment of the holiday: Remembering that I forgot my tankini bottoms and being forced to be a wader as opposed to a swimmer.
It’s good to be home, recharged and ready to go again! Plus the Dimper Broncos preseason starts in a couple of days… life is good! 🙂
Ooo – almost forgot! BEST SUNSET OF THE HOLIDAY
“The sea, once it cast its spell, holds one in its net forever.” – Jacques Cousteau
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