Meteor Showers and a Mad Dash to the River and Back

Ten weeks off school and not a single night under the stars? That's not allowed when you live in this part of the world. Camping is second nature if you're native Californian (OK, not quite a natural instinct for me to be completely honest, being of the non-native variety, but how could I deprive my West Coast boys the simple pleasures of a campfire, frog chorus and a once-in-a-blue-moon shower of meteors for some amazing night time entertainment?)

Off we toddled, for just one night of last-minute adventure along the Russian River before school's back in next week. It's been a while. For me at least. Contents of our antiquated camping container looked a bit neglected, but satisfied the basic needs for a brief 24-hour stint in the dirt!

Nothing much matters but a couple warm blankets, the right amount of hurriedly purchased fixings for s'mores and lots of gathered wood and kindling for the pyromaniac in most males to have a blast by the light of a sturdy campfire.

Never mind the six loads of laundry and two hours of unpacking a night of camping creates. It's the memories that matter, right?

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[frans mum]

brings back memories of our epic holidays in the south of france, loads of food [which would not be allowed now]because we could not afford french prices, loads of bed linen loads of kids and loads of driving but did,nt we have good times?

[Frances]

Those were the days. South of France on a budget was still brill! Thanks for all of those memories, Mum! (and Dad, who had to put up with all the fighting from four kids in the back of the car while he drove us across the continent!)