Coming around

I almost hate to admit it but I'm really starting to get excited about our little camping trip. Maybe not the seaweed baths, but the camping is starting to sound good.

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.

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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.

Some assembly required

Well there's no getting away from it now. This morning I provisionally booked and paid the deposit for our holiday in the Summer.

Yup, we're going camping! We finally decided on Ross's Point near Sligo last night. Not that it was too difficult a decision, I mean look at the place.


I haven't been camping in a long time. Put it this way, the last time I went camping the ordeal involved actual tent poles of the variety required to, you know, hold a tent up. There was no such thing as these new fangled poppy up jobbies you can get now. Not in our budget anyway.



The strange thing is that we do have camping equipment. New camping equipment! But Bob and I have never been camping together. The whole caboodle's up in the roof space. tent, sleeping bags, camp stove, camping mattresses, you name it and we have it.

And my mum does too and she's never been camping either. Does camping equipment come free with houses or something or is it just one of those things that people accumulate over the years without ever realising it? Or is this some weird phenomenon specific to my family?



Well whatever the reason, it will all find itself put to good use this Summer.

Hmm, three people huddled in a tent and one of them will be a five year old. This could be fantastic or it could all go horribly, horribly wrong.