We arrived at the campsite quite late, due to a car that caught on fire on the M25 – it took us 5.5 hours instead of the 3 which we thought was a lot to begin with. Hey ho. The life of the M25 I suppose. We got there, got the tent set up and had a yummy dinner and the kids enjoyed running around being crazy toddlers until they dropped. It was cute listening to them talking to eachother in the tent.
What do you think?