Yes, I’ve been camping and it’s wonderful! I’ve done myriads of different formats, but in reality I need a little bit of luxury to enjoy the outside world with no walls. I couldn’t permanently live in a tent. Being a Berber woman would not be my idea of fun.
I ,though, get an itch when in hotels, I feel surrounded by alien activities never mind alien people. Why is it all so formal? Do the staff like working here. When will they repair the wonky sign on the women’s toilet door near the cocktail bar. How early is early breakfast?
And Air B’B’s, not for me I’m afraid. No me and my dog would not enjoy that prospect.
So camping, or in our case caravanning is the perfect outlet for surrounda-air and nature. Cooker , Fridge, Sofa and a duvet and mattress bed. Natural air conditioning and not too worry some insect life. Roll on next time!
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I was a late starter when it came to camping and the love of the great outdoors.
I suspect that because there was a hint of gypsy on my mother’s side of the family that she rebelled against carts and tents.She was a four wall and posh dining aficionado and I never really thought much about it until I realised her horror when her progeny delighted in the outdoor gypsy life that she would have rather was dead and buried in her progeny’s genes and that she would never see resurface.
Reality, though, was economics.It was a cheap holiday ,my first with my then boyfriend and now a partner in crime of many years.
Wales was our destination,a camp site beloved by my partner’s family.We were late booking,but we got this lovely flat pitch,away from everyone and with a nice view.
We had bought the tent the previous weekend,it was quite spacious ,although, both of us being quite tall,neither of us were able to stand up in it.Big mistake.
Our first disaster came with putting the poles into the holes to make the structure.There was just far too much tension for the flimsy material.I wasn’t much help because I’d never put up a tent in my whole life.So I watched,concerned that the poles seemed to be stretching the tent material to it’s maximum tension.
It was when I heard the ping and the rip that I realised something was terribly wrong.
“We’ll have to go to a B&B” my partner said .
I was disappointed and volunteered
“Let me see what I can do.”
I had a sewing kit with me and went down to the camp shop where they had some nylon fishing reel thread, which I brought back up.I sewed the piece of material and the repair was good enough to hold.
Over the next few days, a few more pings were heard, and a number of repairs were made,but the tent protected us from the elements and we explored the region and the beautiful mountains and scenery.
It was a fun holiday ,and I’m so had we didn’t have to stay in a B&B.
When we got back home,we went to the camp shop and got a full refund on the old tent and bought a new one that we could stand up in and that the poles were not at such a high tension.
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