BFF

I am a very grumpy camper. I don't like being cold and I don't like noisy neighbours. I got up before the sun and had the earliest shower of my life. I was rewarded by a spectacular sunrise and made porridge for the masses. We made our way to Tentsmuir for a picnic in the sand dunes before making our way to St Andrews for ice creams. Even after a coconut ice cream (one of my favourites), I still felt grumpy and would have been appalled if any of my children had behaved similarly. It's a curious mixture of defiance and shame. I couldn't help but look for B&B signs on the way back to the camp site.