There is something enchanting about the idea of a camping holiday: Fresh air, ‘free‘ days, nature, tales around the camp fire, no wi-fi, waking to the sound of birds singing sweetly.
Now not being one to burst anyone’s camping bubble buuuuuutttttttt let’s just say Murphy’s Law is always in effect on a camping trip – what CAN go wrong WILL go wrong, factor in 4 kids and it’s a recipe for disaster.
Below is a snippet of events leading up to one of our camping trips. Like the preparation, packing and essentials required its bloody long so are our camping tales. But fear not, I have kept this post brief!
LETS GO CAMPING –
SHIT GREAT IDEA
‘Just think, its a cheap holiday…….once you have all the stuff you can go whenever you like’. Weirdly I found myself easily persuaded and totally convinced my ‘discovery channel’ loving hubbie would be able to pitch our tent like he was born in the wilderness. How hard could it be?
Running the idea past the kids it was a resounding yes, they couldn’t wait & I found their excitement catching.
In my head idyllic visions bounced around, playing games (without arguing), toasting marshmallows, BBQ’s, warm evenings drink in hand. I couldn’t deny it camping was looking good.
My excitement nose-dived slightly when I drained our bank account of all funds buying all the ‘camping essentials’ a family would need….and would never use! (note to self..let it go!).
WHY GO ABROAD?
Forcing myself not to think how it might have been cheaper jetting off somewhere hot, I looked on the bright side (the only bright bit about our trip) now we had all the camping ‘stuff’ we would be able to enjoy cheap, fun holidays for years to come.
I remained positive, after all there is a lot of Britain we have yet to explore.
Convincing myself I reminded myself:
- camping will be fun.
- it will be sooooo cheap.
- the kids will be full of fresh air.
- no need to waste money going abroad (clearly deranged at this point!)
Sun-soaked photos like these would be replaced with ‘Camping is fun’ photos.
THE KRYPTON FACTOR
Squashing things into the car is the norm with us without boasting it’s something we’re pretty good at. Or so I thought until we decided to
move home go camping.
Like an intelligence test from the Krypton factor – how to get 6 people and half your house in a car, it was safe to say we were challenged. Hours later and with all hands and arses on boot we got it shut, we were ready.
Ignoring yells of “I’m squashed, I can’t see out” we set off. Seconds after the back wheel left the drive it was “how long will it take?” all the way only interrupted with sudden bursts of pointless arguments.
I was more pre-occupied with the thought I had forgotten something.
Realising very soon hubbie was no Bear Grylls, we spent hours scratching our heads over pole positioning. Finally admitting defeat we asked the kids for help, within no time our canvas hotel was up.
I couldn’t help but think how small our ‘6 man’ tent looked, it was way smaller than I’d imagined. I wondered how the frigging hell we were all going to fit in the bloody thing.
Clearly, our tent had been modelled on the size of 6 Gingerbread men.
Nestled between other proper looking tents ours looked more like a dressing room. Thankfully we only had to sleep in it, we were camping so would be living outdoors enjoying the British sun…….ha ha ha how foolish were we!
Any sudden thoughts of sun & enjoyment will only result in the starting pistol firing for the rain to start.
It was dinner in the car and nights huddled round in a smelly canvas hellhole trying to keep dry. What FUN camping is.
DREAMS ARE ALWAYS BETTER THAN THE REALITY.
ONE MILLION REASONS WHY CAMPING IS SHIT:
- The campsite will bear no resemblance in any shape or form to the one you have in your head. You will spend the next week convincing yourself, it’s not too bad, at least you didn’t spend a fortune!
- A ‘6-man’ tent is NOT for 6 men.
- Camping is NOT a holiday.
- Camping with 4 kids = nightmare.
- The sun will be shining as you leave home with rain hot on its heels.
- You will have tent envy.
- Time will be wasted every day searching for that one item you need ie. toothbrush.
- The showers will stop working the minute you lather your hair with shampoo.
- Waterproof tent my arse!
- There is no such thing as a good night’s sleep. You will go to bed teeth chattering and wake up melting in an inferno.
EVEN MORE REASONS WHY CAMPING IS SHIT:
- It will rain and you will get wet, VERY wet inside your waterproof tent.
- You will be more concerned with keeping yourself warm and the tent dry than you will with doing your make up let alone doing your hair. You will look shit and not care!
- Wondering why people pitch up to the ‘no electricity’ pitch.
- Sitting round campfires, playing guitars & toasting marshmallows only happens in the movies. Our sites NEVER allowed campfires!
- Who knew nights could be sooooooo long.
- The kids will love the great outdoors until day 2 , then they will want to do something fun!
- You will hear ‘things’ at night and remind yourself the Blair Witch project was only a film.
- Wrapping yourself up like a mummy to an inch of your life praying no bug will squeeze its hairy arse in.
- You will never run out of things that can go wrong.
- You will walk around with a fixed campers grin of ‘I love camping’ knowing tomorrow is one day nearer to going home.
THE LIST GOES ON!
- Limiting your drinks after dark for fear of waking up needing the toilet.
- There’s more chance of inserting your housekey in a door in the pitch black whilst completely rat-arsed first time then you will finding the zipper at night to get out of the tent for the toilet.
- You will spend hours in the prison queue just so you can wash your plates and cups while the person behind mimics the clock from Countdown!
- Dinner will become a concoction of anything goes. Thank god for King Size Pot Noodles.
- You will ‘nap’ on a plump, inflated mattress and wake up on the hard ground, mattress deflated rolling around like a weeble wobble trying to get up.
- You will suffer with a bad back.
- Your kids will wake up desperate for a wee, your husband will be unable to open the zipper so will get cross, turn green, let out a roar and rip the tent apart to get out (oh just my husband then!).
- You will go home early (or maybe that’s just us!)
- Bin tent on way out.
The final straw in the canvas tents arse was when rolling up the tent to go home in torrential rain: We had forgotten to remove the car keys from within!
After enduring it twice, we all agreed with no argument that we would not be camping again, EVER.
It would be back to looking for passports, long queues, carousels and planes. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.