We don’t do glamping. If there are flushing toilets, we consider that the height of luxury. The best place we’ve camped was on an organic farm. The cows in the field next to us were the cows providing the milk for our coffee and pancakes. There was a totem pole in the field. The toilets were composting toilets on stilts in the woods and the shower was operated with your foot and a length of hose dangled into the bucket of water you had heated up on your camp kitchen. We loved it.

I wrote recently about the plans I had made for Samhain, bearing in mind Bean’s request to make more of the festivals. I planned, and we did – well, most of it; it turned out that my plans rather outstretched the stamina of the children! Bean had the[…]