Its a bit of a primeval, back to nature, hippy sort of thing. Out in the countryside in the wild with only a thin canvas separating you from nature. Something peaceful about it. Just away from the hustle and bustle and twats in Nissan Micras driving unbearably slowly, fat middle-aged selfish woman in Chelsea tractors parking where they want to and blocking everyone else, chavs in white vans throwing their Mcdonalds wrappers on the side of the road, the gormless general public gorping in shopping centres and hunting around supermarkets looking for pickles as it if their lives depend on it, the smell, filth and anxiety of public transport, the media pumping **** through your TV, endless talk on Brexit, Jeremy Vine unbearably debating some non-event on the radio with phone-ins from outraged people called Kenneth and Helena and cutting off anyone he disagrees with, work stress, politics and emails, twats cold calling about your phone lines, nosy and hypocritical neighbours complaining about car parking as they've nothing better to do, people not clearing up after their dogs, people not saying please and thank you, urban sprawl and 60s flats, police prioritising their time on speed cameras, traffic wardens, tailgaters, roadworks and traffic jams, endless baby photos on Facebook and people boasting about their ****ty lives that nobody cares about and England losing in the test cricket. All of that is gone with camping and is replaced by your own pitch out in the green wildlife enjoying a few beers with friends and/or family, having a BBQ, visiting local attractions and generally unwinding and chilling out - for not a lot of money. Yes please.
Not something you want to do when you're over 35. When you're young it's quite magical basically sleeping outdoors every night, with just a bit of canvas between you and nature. Probably don't pitch your tent in someone's back garden in Sussex though, thinking you're in some woods. Bit embarrassing that, when your bird's pissing behind a tree in the morning, and the owner of said garden has come down to see who's camping on his property.
Depends where you go mate. If it's sleeping in a cold damp tent with 50 other ****ers on some two bit camp site in Dorset with lads getting tanked up and listening to their tunes, then yeah **** that. But I've had the opportunity to go camping in some amazing off the beaten track places. Some of the best times of my life.
Just got back from the first one of the year. Unlikely to be bettered, have had a superb week. Got a week in Cornwall booked late July and a week in Snowdonia booked mid August. Got a few long weekend/bank holidays sorted too. All in the van for those. Easter in Cotswolds first up. Something tells me we won't have a similar summer to last year and it'll be back abroad for 2020.
Got myself a van now, so I'll be doing some wild camping trips this summer and autumn. Probably mostly surf based so up the coast of Cornwall and Devon. But I'd like to get up to the Lakes again and might go via Snowdonia (never been there before)
The Snowdonia one was originally so the kids could do the zip wire thing but soon became apparent that only the eldest would be allowed and it'd cost £450 or something for me to do it with him while she occupied the other two, so that ain't happening! The company have two other sites in the area though so we'll do this forest one, climb Snowdon (not on the ****ing train, no) and some other bits and pieces up there. Very nice, although not a patch on the Lakes IMO. Just can't be arsed to drive up to the Lakes around an August bank holiday and it taking ten hours. It's going to be bad enough getting to your neck of the woods in July.
Yeah I'll probably go up to the lakes in the Autumn when the crowds have waned a bit. I'll also drive up there over 3 or 4 days and camp on the way and take in a couple of days in Snowdonia on the way.
