My baby is an air mattress hog - or camping with our six-month-old princess

We went to Newquay in Cornwall to go camping for a few days. Our little two man tent was great for the three of us. Mummy and Daddy lay squashed to the edges of the tent and Madeleine lay in the middle doing her immitation of a star-fish - happy as Larry.

The first night was very rainy but we still managed to have a cooked breakfast of sausages and brown sauce on baguettes. Gorgeous - sadly we did not go off and fell a forest so will be seeing those on my hips relatively soon. Later that evening - after we ate out at a pizza joint in town - Madeleine let her preference for Mummy homemade organic veg be known when she refused to eat anything out of a jar. She actually made the universal face of yuck! >:x

The second night of rain, however, made us realise that while it is good to have a tent which can withstand the gale-force winds of Everest it is not really all that fun to test it out. Madeleine - once again slept very well - Mummy and Daddy marginally better.

The one thing that we did learn as a couple, however, is that generally we like each others company a lot [well baring the navigational teeth-clenching conversations which usually end with someone saying "firetruck!"]. When you are stuck in a tiny tent for six or seven hours, and then in a car on an English motorway for another five you had better get along.

Madeleine didn't seem phased by any of it - but did seem pleased to be back home where Mummy and Daddy could play with her more and she wasn't constantly stuck in some sort of seat (car or pram because we couldn't put her down to sit on the ground or at the beach - she would either have gotten soaked at the campsite or taken off by sand devils at the beach).

So over all we had the typical English seaside holiday - freezing cold, rainy and cut-short by increment weather, topped off with the eating of something with brown sauce and some ice cream while wearing two layers to keep warm. Fabulous!