I was up, showered, sleeping bag and mat packed away before most of the family had stirred. Nick wondered if it was any reflection of how much I had enjoyed our camping trip - it's true I was looking forward to returning home before I lost the ability to smile completely. Respect though for Nick who stoically maintained his 'Isn't camping great!' mantra and is as I type planning a longer trip for next spring. I think he visualises us as the happy camper gang,believing this is the beginning of something liberating. I have a vision too, me waving Nick and the children off on their next camping trip, whilst I remain liberated at home!