The morning after

We all survived the night. Esther woke up everyone in the campsite at 5:30am (her usual wake up time!) but this time we managed to get her into our make shift bed of two blow up singles pushed together with a fitted sheet. Iris was in there too and we managed to all fall asleep until gone 8am when the rest of the campsite seemed to come alive.

After a sausage and bacon cob we packed up while the kids ran riot and then headed to Bewdley for a walk around the museum gardens, pictured (never get bored of that place, although Alice clearly isn't keen!) and a drink at the pub and some Teddy Gray sweets of course.

Reasons to be cheerful:
A successful camping trip. Does this mean we could brave Clivestock, hmmm!