Holiday was very much needed. If you noticed (why would you tho🤔), we have not had our sun☀️ vacation this year, which is rather strange. Of course, this is intentional. First up, was our glamping trip to Surrey. Our previous glamping trip was a blast, so I decided to give it a go, again. Much to my dismay, it was literally snowing ❄️few weeks before we boarded the train to Surrey. Sun, where art thou? #firstworldproblem
Surrey is just an hour away, from London. All we needed to do was making our way to Waterloo train station and from there, we will be transported to the green green grass of Surrey Hills. Except, I don’t just start there of course. I roamed around the train station with an excuse of going to the loo but meanwhile, got myself two cans of free coke (the Chinese in me squealed with delight😜) and took random photos of homo sapiens indulging their sub-par food, which to be honest, looked rather good. They would look even better though, I glanced back, if they’re free. I checked my view finder and allow myself to be only satisfied with the 2D version of it.
As I probed my ticket into the machine, I kept telling myself -the best is yet to come.
Upon arrival, the gust of wind send shivers down my spine -quite literally. It was so cold and the rain spat down my face without any signs of slowing down. I hold my boo’s hands tight, as if I won’t let go, leeching on every ounce of heat there was. As we stepped out of the taxi onto the welcome sign of Surrey Hills, our mouth agape. The muddy road is not called muddy road for no reason. And when Joan said that we need us some wellies, she really means it! Upppssss!!! 😬
Slowly dipping my Paul Green’s sneakers onto the uneven shovelled path, I sneak a peak around me. Truly, I am home.
The next day, we hopped on the train and transported back to London in no time. I have to say that it was such a unique experience -walking on muddy country trails with wellies, burying your ‘produce’ in the compost toilet with a pitch dark, cold jungle just few metres away. It certainly not at all like the glamping we had in Slane, Ireland which was admittedly more collected, trimmed and proper. Here, the experience was much more raw and closer to true camping experience. How do you want to interpret that is up to yourself entirely.
Despite that, me and mr.hubby had plenty of time exploring our childhood in between all the cuddles! If you have not indulge yourself with the blog entry from our first glamping experience, please click here: Glamping in County Slane.