About three years ago, when my eldest and middle daughters were five and three respectively, I took them on an overnight camping trip. We packed light: just the two-man tent that I’d used with my wife and a few extras. We found a quiet corner of a remote site only 30 minutes from home, built a fire and enjoyed some quality time under the stars.
After sausages and marshmallows, stories and a sing song it was about 8 o’clock: time to tuck them into their sleeping bags and for me to hit the beers I’d smuggled into the rucksack, maybe a little reading by firelight.
Two hours later I admitted defeat. They weren’t going to sleep without me and my half-opened beer was going flat. I crawled in to a tent that was much smaller than I remember, and found that if I slept as I intended: me with my head at the wide end of the ‘coffin’, the girls around the other way – I’d likely suffocate them both with my feet. [Read more…]