Once Christmas is over thoughts will often turn to summer holidays, we all need something to get us through those dark January days, but I can assure you one way I will never be spending my summer holidays is under canvas. I DON’T DO TENTS.
The last time I went camping was with an ex and I spent a miserable week in a tiny tent, sleeping on what appeared to be a thistle patch, with a man who had serious flatulence. This was not a holiday this was hell en (canvas) croute.
Why would anyone want to choose to holiday in something that is a more primitive version of their house is a mystery to me. Bricks and mortar are seemingly to much luxury for some people.
And you might argue that you now have water and electricity when camping, but you know what else has running water, electricity and walls – a hotel!
If I was faced with the choice of cheap camping or staying a home, I’d go for the option when I’m not likely to be attacked by a ferrel badger (that’s home btw).
Glamping – don’t kid yourself you’re still in a tent and crapping in a concrete block.