We made it...seven adults, an inordinate amount of bedding, boxes of food, bags of pressies, and anything else deemed useful!
The campsite, though on the beach, was part of a holiday park and had facilities including loos, showers, fridges, kiddies pay areas etc, so it was tolerance, not toughness, which was to be the key to survival.
The weather was kind; sea breezes to help us raise the tent, and warm sunshine to dry it out after the drenching on Christmas afternoon.
Santa managed to park his sleigh, and even did a turn round the site on Christmas morning.
Bucks Fizz took on new dimensions when served in plastic beakers, and the Christmas Brunch Table certainly deserved a place in Country Life.
Rupert, tutored by Lucy, had his first attempts at kayaking: think he might be sticking to something with an engine, where he doesn't have to get wet as well!
and one of the next generation of surfers christened her new wetsuit.
Special moment for me: sunrise over the bay when most of the others were still sleeping.
All idyllls have their hidden realities, and here's this one's
What, no kitchen sink!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!