Happy Campers

When Simon and I got engaged, he told me one of the things he was looking forward to about being married to me was taking “rainy English holidays” together.  I wasn’t convinced.

But we just got back from three days in a tent in the Suffolk countryside, where the sun didn’t make an appearance until we packed up this morning, and I’m sold.

My apologies for missing out my Obsessions update on Monday, and any update at all since then – I tried to write a “Gone Camping” post on Monday morning, but Simon shooed me off the computer and rushed me to the car, eager to get on the road for the two-hour drive to England’s east coast.

It was no Holden Beach, no Outer Banks…but there’s something equally beautiful and captivating about the stony, cold coast of England.

We spent two nights in a 2.5-man tent (the .5 being appropriate, as my belly is taking on a life of its own) Simon used as a teenager to camp out at music festivals around the country.

I didn’t sleep well.  I tossed and turned and woke up in the middle of the night with my newest pregnancy symptom – excruciating heartburn.  Sexy, I know.  So this morning, when I woke up long before the crack of dawn, and woke Simon up soon after with my huffing and puffing, we decided the best thing to do was to get up, build a fire, and watch the sunrise.

Sitting in our camp chairs around a tiny-but-warm fire, wrapped in our sleeping bags and watching the sun breach the horizon beyond a river, a hayfield, and a line of pine trees, Simon said: “You know…when my parents gave me this tent for my 15th birthday, I never imagined I’d be camping in it with my pregnant wife.”

I love that life is like that.  That we have no idea what to expect.

I wanted a Babymoon with my husband, and I’ve been feeling down that we couldn’t afford to go somewhere hot and exotic, where I could lie on a beach and soak up the sun.  I didn’t expect to fall in love with my husband all over again in a tiny tent by a river I’ve never heard of, over packets of ramen cooked on a camp stove, roasting marshmallows on a campfire he built to keep me warm .

But that’s exactly what happened.

Author: Faith

Faith Dwight is a photographer and a writer. She is a Southern American girl living just north of London with her British husband, Simon and their two halfling sons.

3 thoughts

  1. This is so sweet! I love that the tent included extra space for your belly. I’m feeling your pain on the heart burn. 😦 I had it during both of my pregnancies! I’m sure everyone is telling you that it means that the baby has a head full of hair!

  2. I still admire you guys and the relationship you have. The admiration and love you guys have for one another is so great and I aspire for mine and Chad’s love to be the same.

  3. What Jennifer said ..so cute and so adorable. One day Faith, will you please tell us about a row you once had, even if it’s just over Simon leaving the toilet seat up! Xx

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