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Want to go camping but don’t want the struggle with the tent? Or perhaps you’d rather not brave the wilderness in the middle of the night when nature’s calling? Or maybe, you’re just not up to sleeping on the hard ground any more?
We’ve got the answer: tell us your worst camping experience below, in less than 80 words, and you could win a four-night stay in a Forest Holidays cabin complete with a hot tub and panoramic woodland views!
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Competition closes Monday 16th December 2013. Prize includes accommodation only, no travel costs included.
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My worst camping experience was in my friend’s back garden. There were four ten-year-olds crammed into a two-man tent and I remember waking up squashed against the side which was soaking wet, shivering & uncomfortable! It definitely put me off & prefer more spacious camping!
Generally speaking camping is for the young – and the young in heart. However skills needed for camping are better learned when one is fit in body, sound in mind and young in spirit! Being a bit older than ‘middle aged’ my husband and I decided to introduce our grandchildren to the joys of camping in the fresh air. Great folly! We were new to camping ourselves yet off we went with three little boys and a ‘borrowed’ tent plus some new accessories. Why is it the little things that cause the most problems in life! Pegs! just not enough for the job and it was dusk already and the little ones were hungry and tired. Not being very experienced it took a while to realise the ground sheet was rotting and had pulled away from the tent! What a nightmare! There was about a 4 inch gap all round, we were on a slope, and the wind was whistling through! We decided to deal with priorities so fed the children and ended up putting them to bed in the car! We were too far from home and it was too late to return home so poor long-suffering husband and I attempted to sleep on 2 old blow-up beds that in fact deflated and left us lying most of the night on rough, stony ground! Moods were not good and the backache was truly awful! Anyhow, to crown it all it started to rain – quietly at first then it became a torrent and suddenly the tent collapsed over my husband leaving just his legs and feet showing! At the time neither of us found it in the least amusing so we decided to get up and make a hot drink. It was about 3.30 am and we didn’t want to wake the kids but by about 5 am that was it, we threw everything in the car and headed for home. Never have we appreciated our own bed so much in our lives! Funny thing is the kids knew nothing of what had gone on and told their Mum and Dad that they had had a great time! Well, glad someone enjoyed it! The moral of the story is NEVER trust what someone says if you borrow camping equipment! Chances are they have had it stored away and really have no idea of the condition it’s in! Best buy new!
Camping at the wharf hotel on the river severn,when the river flooded,Complete nightmare,Went home
We went on a family camping holiday to Conway when myself and my sister were much younger. A gang of us went including aunties uncles and cousins etc. We were playing a game of football when it got a little bit competitive and my sister kicked the ball towards the trailer tent awning, it went into the awning and knocked over the chip pan which very nearly set the whole thing on fire. Thankfully my mum had just done washing and threw one of the wet towels over the chip pan instantly. When my mum came outside of the awning we had all scattered and there was no one to be seen. We braced ourselves for when we returned to the trailer tent!!!
Me and my Husband were on our retirement holiday, touring Europe on an 1800cc Goldwing motorbike and we planned to be away for 10 weeks. Five weeks in and we were in Port Grimaud in the South of France.
Terry started mumbling first thing in the morning and he walked over to the campsite toilets. When he came back he was very confused. The Campsite owners directed us to the local doctor and after waiting to see her for an hour, advised us to go to the local hospital in St Tropez.
They kept Terry in overnight, and I went back to the campsite by taxi, and remember studying the insurance details. It looked like Terry was covered for him but he had only covered the bike and trailer to be taken back to England if the bike broke down.
The next morning, another taxi to the hospital where I found Terry totally out of it and paralysed down one side due to a massive stroke.
This was the worst experience of my life, and because we were abroad and was not seen in the first 3 hours, his recovery was probably not as good as if we had been here.
Terry stayed in hospital for 3 weeks and was air lifted home. The insurance paid for me to stay in a hotel, and they arranged my flight home as well.
Due to the wonderful biker friends we have, one of them drove our bike back home for us, and then came back and stayed with me and his wife in the hotel.
It’s now 6 years on, Terry is registered disabled and has slight learning difficulties, but he his still here and we have had to adjust to other things. A woodland cabin sounds wonderful.
Mine was in Cornwall. It rained every day for a whole week and was really heavy. The last straw was on the last day thank goodness as the rain had come into the tent and I was literally floating. Complete Nightmare.
Having met some fellow Brits in the USA on a camping adventure tour, we decided to reunite and relive the experience when we got back to the UK, on the sunny Isle of Wight. It started off swimmingly… Until the end of a mallet flew off and dented my car bonnet, we couldn’t heat our beans because we’d forgotten to buy matches, and worst of all… the campsite’s bingo evening was cancelled due to lack of people. Devastating!
Robin hoods bay, had to camp on a slope for two nights, so our first meal which took an hour to make was ready , I put mine on top of the cool box and it slid straight on the floor, could not sleep due to rolling, and rain, went surfing in a gale the next morning and came back to my wife , son and neice holding into the remains of the tent which had almost blown away by the wind.
My first attempt at camping in the TA meant setting up our ‘tent’ rather hastily and not realising until we went back at night that we’d set it up directly over a steaming, stinking cow pat! We couldn’t move it so just had to put up with it as our tent mate!
I came to camping late, as an adult and am convinced that’s why I don’t love it. Worst experience was having an entirely sleepless night due to high winds and a very flappy borrowed tent. The second night I slept in the car…uncomfortable but quiet!
I went camping for the first time in South Africa with some mates I met in Europe. Not knowing anything about camping I bought a 2 man tent and enough supplies to last me a month. We were only going for 3 days.
We were literally in the middle of nowhere. No electricity, running water or any humans for miles around. The first day I thought it was amazing. Wildlife all around, preparing meals on an open fire. Real man stuff. The thing that no one took inconsideration was the bathroom arrangements. We had to dig a hole and do the business in the bush. That’s ok but we forgot the loo paper. One of the French guys suggested leaves when the wet wipes ran out. Great…I was desperate took the shovel and squared down over my new loo. After 5 min I reached for a plant to complete the cycle just to find out all the leaves had small thorns on. I was in agony for 2 days. With cactus-like thorns all down…well you can finish the sentence.
I’ve never been camping since.
In July 1969 I decided to hitch-hike to Switzerland from Sunderland as a bit of an adventure. My pal came along, but we had no experience of camping between us. After enough mishaps en route to fill a book we eventually reached our first campsite outside Lyons. We’d never put up a tent before, and didn’t realise that we needed a groundsheet, so just pitched on the grass. Bad idea! Reaching Lausanne we checked into a hostel.
Yosemite’s alpine lakes were stocked with rainbow trout years ago. Complete novices, we headed off main Hetch Hetchy trail with blow-up raft and fishing rods. Tony butterfly stroked us to the middle of freezing lake. Beginner’s luck – I caught the first fish. Second cast -snagged…PPffffffffff.. We were sinking. Once ashore, we spotted 3 bear cubs; with no choice we warily approached. Ready to offer our trophy trout, momma bear turned away. Terrified, we scurried back to our tent… with dinner.
First time camping in Wales we had to borrow various items, including an airbed.
Starting off the blow up in the 2 man tent, soon enough we ran out of space.
Finally moving out into the rain, the airbed gradually started to take shape… of a settee type airbed.
The thing was massive. After numerous attempts to get it in the tent, we had to admit defeat and spent the trip sleeping on a slanted muddy slope with no bed.
Whilst camping in Norfolk, a huge storm literally lifted our tent from above us and whipped it down the field, there we were hopping and tripping around in our sleeping bags in the wind & rain, trying to catch the tent before it blew too far away!
To this day watching a Cravendale Milk advert freaks me out. I was at a campsite in Yorkshire with friends in a quiet farming area, I had slept well in my tent the fresh air helps me sleep but I’d left the entrance open as the morning sun had been turning the tent into a sauna , but I cannot begin to explain the sheer terror at waking to find a cow poking his head through the door in the morning !!
Being a keen camper I agreed to support my daughters guide pack a couple of years go,
It had rained for days before – pitching in the right spot was crucial for a dry weekend…
It didn’t stop raining the whole time – MY fire lighting skills put to the test with wet wood!!!.
Then, 50% of the girls caught a vomiting bug – and the guide leader too….. No sleep, no warm food, no patience!!
My ex put the tent up wrong, it poured with rain and I woke up in the middle of the night with the tent touching my nose.
Our first (and last) family camping holiday. Picked what looked like a good spot and managed to pitch the tent only to be told that we couldn’t camp there !! So dismantled the tent, chucked it back in the car, ignored my sons moaning from the back (something about the boot ), found the right spot and ……. found the tent poles had fallen out of the boot which wasn’t properly shut (should have listened to my son after all!)