The weekend we left NZ, way back 4 months ago, our very good friends around the corner made the decision to return to the UK after over 5 years of being Kiwis.
These guys provide not only Charlie’s best mate, Henry, but also much inspiration for adventuring. I think of them as some of my “Huckleberry friends” (from that line in the song Moon River). Friends who are always up for a picnic, a camp, an adventure of any sort. So you can imagine how sad we were when I heard via skype, of their intentions.
But every cloud has a sliver lining.
The gods of selling houses, furniture and packing up were in top form working smoothly with them safely to blighty’s shores while we were still here.
In the midst of trying to buy a car, a house & a new life….they managed to come camping with us and we spent maximum time together, especially for the boys to play. We stayed in a great camp with a coast, forest, large rocks, a cave and a gang of other boys. (South of the Lake District, Northern Lancashire).
Walking up the narrow coffin route on carved stone steps was a challenge – if you could do it without touching the sides you would see a Fairy at the top though.
Instead of fairies there was a tree that had coins wedged into it’s trunk. the kids all thought this was something to do with fairies and whipped out pocket knives to add their own coins.
Did I mention that we also play music together too??
And enjoyed this view from our camp. We laughed, played games, cooked amazing meals with the absolute minimum of (borrowed) camping gear and made plans for future adventures….