My extended family goes camping regularly - at the beach over summer and in the country hills in autumn over Easter. It has been a constant in my life and one of my great joys.
Since 2010, when I made a deliberate decision to live a life full of happiness and adventuring, 'GO CAMPING' has stayed at the top of my various to-do and dream lists.
I know tents and hole-in-ground loos are not for everyone. But you can also camp in huts and cabins and chalets and modernist boxes in forests. For me, 'camping' and the urge to constantly do it has become more than falling asleep in a contraption made from poles and canvas (which I love like nothing else); it is about welcoming a different space - involving deeper breathing, an open mind and an adventuring heart. It's travelling to somewhere different to your home and surrounding yourself with nature.
I find it bemusing how much hunting, fishing, canoeing, adventuring, mountaineering etcetera have become the latest 'thing' when, for country people, they are quite literally a daily reality. But I also just love it, because the logos and designs and endless photographs of hills and streams and mountains are so freaking rad. And I'm a sucker for that and movies like Moonrise Kingdom just make my little heart swell and my chest puff out with pride and excitement. Whether it's aspiration or inspiration or complete fantasy, I don't care - as long as more people make it out of the city streets and into the country hills then it doesn't matter what inspired them to do it.
I'm off to the High Country today to begin my slow breathing/adventuring sojourn. I can't wait to pack up my little car on the weekends and head for the hills. A camping we will go, a camping we will go!
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