I recently went camping with my family and our new camping gear.
We were packed to the gunnels, you name it, it was in the car.
Having arrived safely at our site, we pitched our tents. There was no shade, the ground was hard, my daughter came down with flue on day one and there were mosquitos.
Night one, noisy, 4.30am LOUD BIRDS. I woke up, having abandoned my watch thinking it was about 6am. My fluey daughter and I roamed around as the sun rose. I did check the clock it was 4.30 am!
Night two, 4.30am LOUD BIRDS, I woke up at 6am, walked around with my son, we went away from the ‘camp’ as not to wake the others, we walked and collected bamboo for an hour in the morning heat.
Night three, woke up 4.30am LOUD BIRDS, went back to sleep woke up at 7am HURRAH! Boiling hot, husband looked at me and said ‘Day Three, Camping…’ he could hardly walk
Night four, no birds (they knew it was about to rain and went quiet) 5am THUNDER and torrential rain, tried to pack up camp, whilst ordering the kids around, one daughter got covered in mud, she couldn’t cope in her now mud strewn tent. My husband back gave way, I like a pack horse packed up the tent with my husband limping around trying his to do his best with a really bad back.
We were so glad to be home. But I think we are trying it again next week, we are going to a lake, in which I will do some serious floating…
Thoughts on camping?