Summer loving, had me a blast...

Having a great summer so far - camping was great and my birthday was totally fab. Troubles that were worrying me before my break are working their way through, and I am increasingly taking the attitude that they are "somebody else's problem". I have been in the front line too long, someone else can take point!

Anyway, here are a few pics from our camping trip:

A well trodden path through the crops...

Strolling in the woods...
(My daughter, Mrs RC, my younger son (very tall for 11, as you can see!), with Custard closest. Number One Son is out of shot, holding Custard's lead).

Now that place would do us nicely...

We all thought that this log had a face...

This tree looked like it wanted to get us...

Meet Scruffy the Buzz the goat - his friend is called Woody...

Meet our alarm clock...

This year, Custard had his own camping bed!

Mrs RC (looking at black clouds to the North): Do you think that rain will hit us?

Me: (looking at clear sky to the West): No, I think it will go around us.

Mrs RC (knowing how good I am at this sort of thing): I'll start getting everything into the tent, then.

We had around half an inch of rain in a couple of hours, but it came after our walk and cleared in time for me to cook dinner, so who could really complain?

We all love camping...

wReggie asked if Custard enjoyed the trip.

Custard loves camping. When we start to sort out he tents and stuff he knows what comes next and gets all excited. He spends the journey panting with excitement, eagerly looking out of the window. Good job it is a fairly short trip! One of his favourite things about camping (apart from the new sniffs to be found at every tree) is the food. What dog would not enjoy a bacon roll for breakfast, a lunch of a sausage roll from the butchers and a dinner of sausages and whatever else cooked on the barbecue? The only thing he is less keen on is when the chickens wander through the camp site, but he seems to get less scared each year.