In 2013 Family Kiwidutch hired a camper and headed over the channel to England’s south coast.
We had booked ourselves an eco-camp site at the Kingsmead Centre in Devon, the facilities are basic but the bonus is that there is peace and quiet in abundance and all of the activities are very much connected to nature.
As outlines in my post of yesterday, this is the moment in our trip where I realised that I wasn’t really coping with the pain to my foot injury after all of my additional exercise.
My Dutch physiotherapist had said that if I was doing a lot of strenuous activity then I could take up to eight paracetamol per day, but by now I was getting worried because I was taking eight paracetamol on top of my usual pain relief, every single day and still had serious pain that was difficult to cope with.
I’d slept most of the late afternoon in the camper, whilst Himself, Little Mr and Kiwi Daughter explored the camp site, ate a fish and chip dinner and made some new friends. Himself had checked several times earlier and found me asleep, but by mid evening I was awake and he had a surprise for me. He had gotten chatting with some other people around the camp site, our children had peeled off with other kids and then we received an invitation.
One of the other families decided that they wanted to experience a long weekend of “glamping” which is literally “glamorous camping” and this involved renting the Kingsmead site’s most luxurious accommodation: a Yert.
Family Kiwidutch now had an invitation to join this family for a drink and a chat and since Himself had explained that the short distance down the hill was beyond my physical capabilities, and that the narrow track looked too small for our large camper, the invitation came with an offer of transportation there and back in their car.
The journey was one of the shortest car journeys I have made in my life, but the track was steep, and the terrain slippery with wet leaves and mud from the recent rain, so I was very appreciative for the offer.
I’d never seen a Yert up close… it’s large circular tent and this couple had saved up to have a special birthday treat for the weekend. We even got a guided tour and photographs were encouraged as we shared their excitement of this special occasion.
It’s available to rent from Spring to Autumn but is taken down for the Winter.
The children had been playing together wonderfully and continued to burn off energy running around close by, the trees and everything around, everything they needed in their imaginative games. We adults sat in chairs outside, enjoying the balmy summer evening and talking about jobs, hobbies and how life differed in England to the Netherlands. Afterwards I was transported back to the camper via their personalised “taxi” service and felt better for the distraction of some friendly hospitality. They were fabulous people and it was so unexpected to receive an invite like this from strangers. It’s moments like this that really make a trip special.