***I was invited for review purposes. All thoughts and words are my own. If I didn’t love it I’d let you know. ***
We live in a relatively small flat in London with two small children is challenging sometimes. They have boundless energy and only a small balcony to run around when the weather is nice. We venture out to the park as often as we can but it is most definitely not the same as being able to step out of your door… well, crawl out of your tipi and straight into nature.
White House Glamping took my breath away from the moment we turned onto the farm. The row of tipis in the orchard is a gorgeous sight and Cece was particularly enamoured with the discovery of a swing from one of the apple trees. They are all given names so you know which one is yours and upon further examination, it appears that they are all named after apples. An extra cute touch. Ours was Rosie.
I was a little bit nervous when we approached the tipi. I wasn’t sure how on top of each other we’d be. (I’m not a camper!) They’re actually huge inside though, completely deceptive from how they look outside and there was plenty of room for all four of us, the travel cot and all of the, mostly unnecessary, stuff that travelling with kids brings and plenty more to spare. With a kingsize bed, two single beds and a cool, comfy chair that rolls down into a fifth sleeping spot you’d think it would be squeezed in but that was most definitely not the case.
Pretty much as soon as we arrived, before we’d even unpacked, we went for a walk through the farm and down to the little pebble beach by the River Wye. It was so lovely and quiet and the girls spent a good 40 minutes doing nothing but throwing stones into the water. Tom even worked on perfecting his stone skimming technique – it’s getting there. He even managed to almost reach the other side of the river a couple of times. The current of the river is pretty fast so I wouldn’t advise paddling or anything in it and one of us had a tight hold of dangerbaby at all times. I just knew she’d have been in and off down the river if given even the slightest chance!
If there’s one thing that I’d change about our trip, it’s definitely that I wish we’d been more prepared. It would have been really lovely if we’d thought ahead and brought food with us for a barbecue outside the tipi as everything you could possibly need was there. We did venture out to a local pub to get dinner though and it was really nice. It was a proper village pub. Everyone knew each other by name, our dinner was proper home-cooked food and they were just so sweet with the girls.
I’d love to go back though. Maybe I’ve finally found a way that camping works for me. This is how to go camping for the non-camper.