April in a tent, even a fancy one was always going to be a risk, would it be great or just wet and freezing. Well three nights in and I can safely say we are chilling. When the dipping sun drags us, our glasses of wine and chocolate in from the veranda, a cosy fire awaits. Nights are spent playing cards, watching films and listening to the not so dulcet tones of endangered animals which sound like they are trying to further reduce their numbers.

Mornings are heralded by a distinctly cold tent – but tucked up in my double bed and duvet – am I bothered, no – and the call of every monkey and bird in the place, chickens and dogs in South America have nothing on this. But the kids sleep on, there must be something hard wired into their brain that just blocks out all noise, how they sleep through it god only knows.