The midlife guide to camping –luxuries included
telegraph.co.ukGirl Guide camping days (all soggy eggy bread and nylon “boil-in-the-bag” sleeping bags), I’ve spent very little time as an adult under canvas.
If I delve into my memory bank, there was perhaps one memorable night in a tent at Reading Festival with my girlfriends in the 1990s.
It ended in a big row because one of our number inadvertently sat down on a slice of brie in the dark, mashing it – irreversibly – into another friend’s brand new mohair cardigan (I challenge you to name a more middle-class camping disaster).
And, then, in the years after cardi-gate, there was the Millets tent that we’d all chipped in for, only for it to lie mouldering in someone’s basement for the next decade or three, eventually to be forgotten.Then last year, as the shifting sands of the pandemic travel protocols put paid to my family’s longed-for France trip – sending the domestic mood-o-meter to Absolutely Stir Crazy – we decided to set off on a road trip.
Read more on telegraph.co.uk
