There is a new favourite place on my list; Hole, Devon.

From there, my gorgeous man and I have just returned, after three incredibly peaceful nights under canvas.

Hole Station is camping as it should be; completely undisturbed, surrounded by beautiful and tranquil woodland, where the only sounds we heard for the entire time were birdsong, the crackling of the camp fire and our own whispers.

Total escapism, no tech, just time. Apart from walking to get supplies and sustenance from local shops and pubs, (and stopping off to roll in a hay field* on the way) we did very little.

The only problem is; I want to go back.  Now.

 

* Yes, just rolling, I wouldn’t have told you if it was anything more….what sort of a blog do you think this is!?