Whilst the rest of civilisation contemplates the merits of no touch soap dispensers versus the oh so germ ridden ones that have served us so well for a generation, we got filthy on a full blown weekend away camping with the three kids.
As you can see, you don't need a TV, the kids appear to been happy watching the trees - though I think the attraction might just have been their own fun sized chairs. Oddly, we managed without a soap that kills 99.9% of all known bacteria too. I may have to write to a science journal to explain just how we did that.
What toys did we take on this adventure? A Frisbee and a rugby ball. BB loves "tackling" (we're not allowed to call it rugby), and he's already learned that the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
It was almost a trip back to a more simple time. All they needed were wellies. Even they got left outside the tent. It's much more fun to grind that mud right into your socks you see.
I took my own Free Range approach a step further too. The loo block was on the other side of the campsite. After a few trips back and fore on day one, BB was allowed to go there with his big sister and have a little explore on the way back. Apart from the caveat of "don't fall in the pond and don't go out that big gate", there were no rules. I think their favorite bit was the special camping hot chocolate - a cunning ploy to let LL get to sleep on our parts, but oh how kids love melting bars of chocolate into milk on a camping stove.
LL just loved his chair though.....
He's playing with his special reward which he earned by staying in bed 14 out of the 15 nights I was at work. And because I am a tired grumpy sod, he's under no disillusion that if he reverts to type, he'll lose it just as quickly. 
