There's a slightly idyllic haze over the last few days. Everything about our glamping trip had a retro kind of wholesomeness about it.
From waking up in your snug little cupboard bed.
To going out in jim-jams and wellies to collect the breakfast eggs.
Getting the stove lit.
And that first cup of coffee, from beans which you hand ground.
Spending the day stalking chickens, or doing a spot of hand sewing for a certain little project.
No wonder we were reluctant to say goodbye.
I have come home with a new appreciation of the things I take for granted (hot water on tap, good lighting) and a sense of distaste for all the waste and excesses of our modern lives. The sheer 'go faster, have more' nature of our existence. Funny how staying on your own turf can broaden your horizons far more than travel.