This weekend we visited the Eden Project near St Austell. I’d booked it at the beginning of the summer and was really looking forward to it, then the holidays started and I started to dread it a little bit. It’s not that I don’t like the Eden Project, I went there with my husband pre-kids and had a great time, but living in Cornwall during the summer and having seen the traffic jam to the local beach reach the end of my road a mile away I was understandably a little concerned how busy it would be. We were also paying to stay in a bell tent overnight which lead me to wonder if we were basically paying rather a considerable amount of cash to be turned into human sardines with small kids to keep happy. Ouch.
Before I had kids I loved to go camping, although admittedly I didn’t do loads of it. The thought of camping with a baby though? Well it didn’t seem possible at first – how would we all cope?! I’ve always wanted to take my kids camping, I love getting them out in the countryside and I knew they would get a kick out of spending the night outdoors. Last summer my husband and I decided that enough was enough and it was time to introduce our three year old son to the joys of camping. There was only one small issue though, his still rather small baby sister. Could we cope with camping with a baby?! So, we did what seemed sensible at the time, bought a tent and decided to just give it a try before we spent another year putting things on hold.