Camping in the Forest

We packed up this morning and headed down to the New Forest for our seventy fifth camping trip of the year!
We had planned to make an early start so we managed to get out at the crack of 11am!
The journey down was busy, rainy and slow.
But we got there eventually and turning off the main road into the forest was like entering another world. Chocolate box cottages, wild ponies in the road, sunlight streaming through the trees. Just beautiful.
The campsite is on a disused WW2 airfield. When we arrived my first impression was that it's massive with lots of concrete and tarmac. Not great!
But you can pitch wherever you want to and once you have driven past all the hard standing you get to fields right on the edge of the forest.
We picked a spot right in the furthest corner of the campsite - as far away from the toilets as it's possible to get - and pitched our tent just a few feet away from the trees.
The Little Misses climbed a big tree and watched Mummy and Daddy put up the tent. And ate peanut butter and salami sandwiches.
The rest of the day was pretty lazy. Once we'd got everything set up we sat around drinking tea, climbing trees, walking the fifty miles to the toilet, eating mince and rice and generally just hanging around in the woods. Lovely!
When we eventually got the Little Misses to lie down in their sleeping bags Mr K went in with them and read Mrs Pepperpot to them while I trekked to do the washing up.
When I got back it was to the sound of snoring from all three of them!
So I sat outside and watched the wild ponies wandering by and listened to the wind in the trees.
And read my book - The Long Way Round by Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman newly purchased from the camp shop for £1 - until it got too dark to see. Then I went to bed with my torch-what-goes-on-my-head and read some more.
A pretty good day!