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“there’s yoghurt on the sleeping bag…”

“What am I doing here? Am I insane? Is this insane? We should go home, this is really not a good idea.”

These are some of the things that have gone through my head in the last twelve hours or so. I’m currently in a double sleeping bag, Em asleep beside me and Hannah curled up in front of her after a tumultuous night.

Meanwhile Rosie spent the night in her new little sleeping bag, looking the definition of cute at the bottom of the tent. She slept fine on all accounts. The same cannot be said for the rest of us.

Part of that was certainly the cold. Apparently the temperature hit 0C last night and it didn’t take long for the warm air created by our fan heater to find a new home. Rosie didn’t seem to mind but Hannah was restless (for whatever reason) and I was chilly – incredibly rare for me.

As much as I maintain my opinion that children shouldn’t stop you from doing the things you love – especially something inclusive like travelling and camping – I can’t help but lie here, very still for fear of touching a cold bit of the sleeping bag, and think this an error.

Don’t get me wrong, everyone is perfectly safe, no one is in any danger of freezing or starving or any other ing. Nevertheless, there’s a line between enjoyable and idiotic and as the rain falls steadily on the roof of our tent, Tess continues to be restless in the porch and Rosie repeats the word hungry, all while Em continues her morning slumber, I can’t help feel we’re teetering along it.

So what to do? The girls don’t seem to mind, Rosie bouncing around and Hannah in happy mode and smiling proudly. Tess meanwhile is an old hand at this and as I said before, there’s no concern for anyone’s welfare.

Plus the fact if we did falter at the first hurdle, I doubt we’d actually be able to pack up that quickly, certainly not in the rain. Chances are we’re here for at least another night but maybe that’s a good thing; forcing us to persevere when the obvious thing to do is run home quickly.

Chances are we’ll stay the distance, especially if we can iron out some of the problems – like a pillow that doesn’t hurt and a tent that isn’t in the extreme levels of chaos. Breakfast and, crucially, a first cup of tea since we left the house will improve the mood.

One hour later…

A run to the loo showed we were right to be cold: our tent sits just below the snow line that has engulfed the hills around here. I stared blankly at them for a second, wondering two things: why it couldn’t come just that little bit lower and insulate our tent and why this keeps happening to us whenever we go away at Easter?! After all it was this time last year that I saw, for the very first time, snow in fontainebleau on our family spring trip. There’s no way we could’ve seen this coming when we booked the time off, I think it’s Rosie. Next year I think I’ll take her to the Sudan and make a fortune selling the story to the papers…

Things are looking up, but despite there being yogurt on the sleeping bag and both children complaining of hunger (they’re not actually hungry, they’ve already eaten lots but for big one, it doesn’t include “biscuit” or “chocolate” which is what Rosie really wants. It’s almost like she’ll eat all of other food until the only things left are the ones she actually wants, giving us no choice).

Em has just come back into the tent from outside, exclaiming it’s like a sauna in here, fan heater having been on for a while now. Even Hannah has calmed down, sat on my lap. It seems that all the things that initially got to us first thing are slowly drifting away.

It just goes to show the importance of patience when doing, quite frankly, anything with children. Knee jerk reactions are rarely right and these experiences never come easy; or shouldn’t at least. We’re improving every minute, even if there is still yoghurt on the sleeping bag.

No Ranting As I Talk About the End Of Our Trip To Ireland

No ranting this time, i promise. Actually, following the same pattern as the trip itself, there’s nothing really to rant about, as our trip seemed to get that little bit better every day as the week wore on.

Despite my misgivings about Irish bouldering, i really did enjoy it and going back for those three days did make every one that fraction better than it’s predecessor. And i do really want to go back.

To be frank, that might not have been the case were it not for our penultimate day. With Rosie now struggling to sleep as long and being increasingly sicky, it had crossed my mind to cut it short, especially considering the weather forecast but the end of the trip was getting closer so i didn’t really mention it. I’m very glad i didn’t.

We had a look on some of the maps and realised that we were at the eastern base of the Wicklow mountains proper and that really, we should head West a bit to check out what was over there. It certainly looked more promising and turns out, it really was.

We did a big loop around the park in the end, heading over the mountain road from Glendalough over to Hollywood, checking out some of the awesome views back down to where we’d come. After dropping down again, we drove through some sleepy villages with not a lot there to Blessington to stop and grab a cup of tea and a cake.

It took a little wandering before we found somewhere (sigh) but the bookshop-come-cafe we did find, The Blessington Book Store, was really nice and obviously servicing the local kids with their school books for the next year. It was really nice to see this, with parents and kids heading to the shop and placing their order. Certainly much nicer than them sitting at home and ordering on Amazon! And the cafe certainly deserved supporting, it was a lovely little place.

Photo credit: Emily Slater

A lakeside walk took us along the shores of the Poulaphouca Reservoir (i think) on a glorious day that put smiles on everyone’s faces. This was a well kept and fantastic, pushchair friendly walk along the edge of the water and through the woods that summed up the trip wonderfully: slow to start but just kept getting better as it went along. When we eventually left, the drive over Sally Gap and a stop at the Lough Tay Viewing Point emphasised this even more.

Our last day, we rose early, packed at quickly as i possibly could while Em looked after Rosie, said our goodbye’s to the wonderful host Jim and hit the road – leaving ten minutes before the weather closed in! One thing we must say is the weather was certainly very kind to us that week; with poor forecasts and good weather every day.

A planned walk on the way back to Dublin was cancelled as we’d be swimming through mist and turned into a ten minute stop to let the dog out. Now partially drenched, i jumped back in and we headed to the capital for a wander round before our late night ferry home.

The day in Dublin captured our whole trip exactly. We thought we’d read up enough on where to go and what to do. We really hadn’t and as we made our way into the city, it soon became apparent that while Dublin has plenty of places to park, none of them are suitable with tall vehicles. With the roof box on, it was futile.

Round and round the city we drove, becoming increasingly frustrated and snarky with each other, starting to think we’d never find what we were looking for. Eventually, we plumped for somewhere we’d discounted right at the start, got the baby out of the car and went to look for the outdoor shop i’d been craving all week, a place called Basecamp.

It turned out to be pretty average, for what i was looking for anyway. It would’ve been quite good had we been hiking and backpacking but for a rock climber, it left a bit to be desired. I’m conscious that the last time i railed on something i didn’t like at the time, i offended the author and wrote a retraction but i think i’m justified in saying this really wasn’t a climbing shop when they only had three climbing shoes on display… Sadly the guys working there weren’t that chatty either. Nevertheless, i bought an icebreaker top and we headed back to the car.

With time to kill and dinner to find, we headed out of the city centre. A google search for “best burger in Dublin” coupled with some kind local info from Ryan meant we headed South East of the city towards a place called Merion Square and what a lovely little park! Easy parking, a lovely little walk and a fed and happy baby, we had a great little wander, taking in the statue to Oscar Wilde and enjoying one of Dublin’s quieter hotspots.

With Rosie fed, it was our turn and with me keen for a burger, we found a place called Jo Burger. It felt like we were suddenly in the Shoreditch of Dublin – a totally different vibe to earlier in the day. The burger was awesome, thoroughly recommended in a child friendly place that seemed to have people of all ages and walks of life – even if we did manage to find the only pub in Ireland that didn’t serve Guinness…

Our finale had started slow, with a few niggles but had just got better and better, just like the whole week. All in all, it was an awesome week and while sailing across the Irish Sea on the way home, we were able to look back at it and smile at Rosie’s first foreign foray. Unspectacular and largely uneventful, it was perfect for us to get used to being away with our little one and despite the lack of distinct memories, will forever be remembered, not only as the latest birthday trip but the first for our new addition to the family.