This past weekend, Lee, Max and I took off to the Cumbrian countryside to spend a few days in a wig-wam.
It was a lovely sunny weekend, although a little cold. We motored down the A74 and in less than 2 hours, were in our very own wooden hobbit house for the weekend.
Lee has a camping weekend on his bucket list, but as I am addicted to being clean, and cannot contemplate being without a shower for even a day, we compromised on “glamping” – a heinous term but a great idea. Imagine, the wig-wam even had its own full-sized bathroom, with plenty of piping hot water!
There was plenty of sights to see in the immediate area – lots of tiny lambs gambolling out, pretty blossoms and every meal served up from the barbecue.
And beautiful beaches a short drive away – Max loved those, almost as much as Lee enjoyed playing with these boats (mine was broken).
I like the idea of getting away from it all, but home comforts, and being able to drink wine and lie on the bed and watch Eurovision made it all the more enjoyable.
If you fancy a stay in a wee wooden wig-wam, you’ll find it’s really great value at Pasturewood Holidays. They didn’t pay me to say this. I’ll definitely go back in future, it was pretty ace.