Just returned from a few days camping in Cornwall. Lovely camping site, great weather ... but not really a holiday!
We had a load of fun, true. The kids loved it - we found a couple of great beaches - and Tracey and I had some very enjoyable meals outdoors (Mmmm .... bread and brie and grapes and red wine ...)
But ... I think I'm someone who'll always like just a bit more comfort. Like a toilet seat that isn't warm from the previous user. A bit more privacy. And a guarantee that a bunch of thugs won't camp next to you, effing and blinding in front of your kids, drinking Carling and generally making you afraid to look their way.
Yeah. Fuck camping. Next year, it's a cottage on the coast.
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Carling? That's just nasty...
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