It'll come as no surprise that I love the sea and being anywhere near it, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still the big jessie who will run like the clappers out of the ocean if a bit of seaweed wraps itself around my ankle. I'm not sure why, it could be a genuine fear of seaweed because my brother once slapped me around the side of the head with a handful of the stuff. It could be a fear of something completely different, perhaps because of the time my friend (?) dropped a huge dead jellyfish on my chest while I lay sunbathing. Who knows! Come to think of it, it's amazing I like the beach at all.
My biggest concern about camping was the space. Chloe does like to have her own space and I had visions of arriving down there, pitching the tent, managing to get through one cramped night and then her insisting on going home and refusing to enjoy the rest of the holiday if we insisted on staying, but I don't think that's going to be a problem.
I mentioned we have a brand new two man tent, still in the packaging (and I'm glad to hear we're not the only ones btw), but Robert decided to crack it open yesterday and pitch it in the living room. It's big! Really big, the three of us had no problems at all fitting inside it and it's pretty comfy in there.
My mum has said we can take their four man tent with us, so any worries about having enough space are gone. Now all we need is a Chloe sized sleeping bag.
In other news I've been busying myself making new stock for my very depleted Folksy shop. I promise to try not to plunder the shop stock for local orders, as I've been guilty of treating my shop as more of a catalogue for local customers lately, but I'm going to make more of an effort to keep the two separate.
I've started with some lovely new brooches (if I do say so myself) and you can find them in the usual place.