It's a stroke of genius - taking the misery out of camping. Only the design-for-all nation that gave the world Ikea could have thought of it. Except that here there isn't a flat-pack in sight, everything's all ready for you to move in. The only suckers doing the selfassembly thing are the assorted Germans and Dutch outside struggling with telescopic poles and acres of fly sheet. I watched them, remembering school trips and dank tents stinking of ripe socks and mouldy canvas, and thought: why bother? Staying in the cottage you still have all the benefits of the camp site. Ten-year-old Marco tried his first-ever sauna - sprinting, fresh and glowing, under a night sky exploding with stars, back to our cosy cottage. There was the young elk to feed as well - little Fabian, apparently washed up by the river one day as a skinny calf, who stayed. Then there was the playground, minigolf, bikes and canoes for hire.