My hubby is buying camping gear again. He is studying the screen of his iPad as if his life depended on it, scanning the various deals on Ebay and bidding against other Dad campers looking for the best price in portable gas cookers or enamel mugs. It has become an addiction of his ever since I begrudgingly agreed to ‘give camping a go’. Apparently, sleeping in a home decked out in waterproof material in the Great Outdoors is fun! It will reconnect us with nature, he says, make me appreciate the peace and quiet around me and help us embrace back to basics living. I, however, envisage a weekend of living like a survivor from The Walking Dead, looking grubby all weekend, not bothering to change out of my pyjama’s during the day and trying to make a family meal out of a can of beans and a pack of sausages.
When the whole camping holiday idea was put on the table last year it was laughed out of the room by me and my 7-year-old daughter. Sleep in a tent? Wee in the woods? My daughter won’t even use a public toilet without moaning about the state of the facilities. However, with two sons aged 7 and 11 with a reason to behave like Bear Grylls on holiday, not having to wash much and being allowed to wee in the woods, us girls were outnumbered and the camping gear started arriving in the post.
Not one to shy away from a challenge, for hubby’s birthday in April, I booked us 5 and our golden Labrador Chester on a ‘Glamping’ holiday. It would be 3 days in a “luxurious home from home canvas retreat”, basically a posh tent with wooden floors, proper beds, working toilet, a shower and a kitchen. This is how camping is meant to be done, as if I am a member of royalty on safari in Africa. If I could hack this and actually enjoy myself then I would definitely slum it on a normal camping holiday after.
There were 5 tents situated in a large farmers field on a working chicken farm. Thankfully, a free range egg farm, with about 3,000 chickens happily scratching about in a neighbouring field. The tent was love at first sight with oak wood floors, thick canvas on the outer walls with huge tapestries hanging from the inner walls. The tent was decked out in shabby chic furniture and the beds were beautifully made with plenty of hanging space for our clothes. It was, however, definitely back to basics as my eldest discovered whilst trying to plug in his iPhone. There was no electric hook-up and our only source of heat was the Aga in our lounge area, but we did have running water which was a bonus. I was already picturing myself in a scene from Poldark, making pies for the Aga, trying my hand at needlework in front of the fire and taking a turn round the room with hubby in the evening.
In the tent next to us, we thankfully had neighbours consisting of a family of five like us with children of similar ages to ours and even a dog for Chester to harass. Kids being kids struck up a friendship with each other after about 7 minutes whilst us grown ups just waved and made a bit of small talk about the weather. Despite my fears of the children moaning constantly about being bored, they instead become feral quite quickly and proceeded to build dens and climb trees and introduce themselves to the farmer all within the first few hours of arrival. All was hunky dory as we settled down for our pasta evening meal that I had prepared on our two gas ring stove (planning on cooking my Poldark pies on the Aga tomorrow, might even bake some bread). Hubby had got the Aga fire burning to its maximum capability and we hoped that soon the tent would warm up nicely for our first nights sleep.
After an hour or two, we realised that the heat output generated by the Aga was not really going to warm up any part of the tent and that it was mainly for show. As the kids started to shiver and put their coats back on in the tent, I realised then that all was not well, that in fact there was quite a strong breeze coming through the gaps in the lovingly sanded wooden floors and that the sheer size of the tent meant that any heat generated was never going to be distributed. As it was only 7.30pm we couldn’t really go to bed to warm up, so brought ALL of the quilts into the lounge to play Scrabble. As a westerly breeze blew through the lounge, we wrapped the kids up with hats and gloves and starting to unpack our clothes so we could wear all of them. Chester, who normally will happily sleep at our feet, climbed on top of our quilts and moaned. The dog was even cold, this was not boding well!
We sent the kids to bed in as many layers as possible and wished them goodnight whilst trying to laugh off the fact that they could actually see the breath leave our mouths from the cold environment around us. I was now refusing any offers of wine as I was too cold to visit the loo and against medical advice, was dehydrating myself in a bid not to have to undress at any point. Me and hubby took our turn around the room, however, we had to do it with the throws from the couch wrapped around us and it was more of a shuffle and a shiver then a pleasant stroll. Luckily, hubby had brought hot water bottles which was the only reason I didn’t cry when inserting myself into the freezing cold bedding. We prayed for a sunny morning and hoped we would make it through the night without frostbite.
The following morning, we were all up bright and early. Our neighbours had literally moved into their car so they could put their heater on. Thankfully, the sun came out and we were able to defrost a bit. We headed off to the local supermarket and as well as our planned shopping list, stocked up on firelighters and even managed to find some long johns in the sale section. We spent all day out and about visiting the Suffolk coast and basking in the sunshine, trying not to think about another cold night in the tent. When we returned ‘home’, Chester point blanked refused to enter the tent as if the tent had transformed into the vets. Our host, the farmer, walked over to see us and in true British fashion we told her how settled we felt and how well we had slept, with no intention to complain, stiff upper lip and all that. She told us of a dog friendly/child friendly pub in walking distance that we could visit that evening and with the promise of a real open fire we decided it was the best bet.
After trying to persuade the local publican to let us sleep in the pub and despite being joined by my daughter who was too cold to sleep alone and Chester who looked like he was silently weeping, we made it through our last night. As we packed up on the final day, my last glimmer of hope was that this might have put hubby off the whole camping lark. We weren’t campers, we couldn’t even glamp! Unfortunately, it had made him more ambitious to see it through with the reasoning that normal camping is warmer! So, in 3 weeks time, we will be taking our Ebay purchased tent and accessories and sleeping in a different field and apparently doing that whole embracing nature thing again. Oh well, at least I have my long johns now!
Oh Lauren you do make me laugh so much. Being an avid camper I can totally relate to your predicament. It does get better, Really!! I can also recommend some great campsites. Also go on campsite UK. It’s a great site with loads of useful info. Miss you guys xxxx
Thanks Ronnie! So many people including yourself speak highly of camping so I will try to like it! Honest! Hope all is good with you xxxx
Hi admin, i see your website needs fresh content.
Daily updates will rank your blog in google higher, content is king nowadays.
If you are to lazy to write unique articles everyday
you should search in google for:
Ightsero’s Essential Tool
Hi, i really enjoy your articles and i have just analyzed your
backlinks. You need more authority links in order to rank.
Best linking strategies in 2015 are backlinks pyramids and private
blog networks. You can hit google’s top ten easily.
If you are not SEO pro you can outsource this task, just search in google:
Cerny’s tips outsource the work
I see this article is on 21 spot in google’s search results.
Have you tried to decrease your bounce rate? This is one of main ranking
factors in google’s algorithm in 2015. There is one handy wp plugin that can help you decrease your bounce rate
and even can earn money for you. Search in google for:
Dubur’s bounce killer
This post and many other on your page are very interesting.
You should show your content to bigger audience.
There is a big chance to go viral. You need initial boost and visitors will flood your site in no time.
Simply search in google for:
Juuri13 SEO advice