kicking back

It was the last morning of our short-but-much-needed tentcamping break on the edges of the cumbriadales, so I let littleA kick back after breakfast in the camping wheelbarrow* whilst I attempted to methodically pack all the shizzle from inside our tent.

The look on her face when I eventually got her to help me take the tent down and fold up the muddy groundsheet was less happy about being photosnapped though.

*no cars are allowed on the tent field, so all trudging to and from the car boot is via barrow and foot.