- Cos I have just gone and done it. I have crossed the bridge of no more English camping. There, I said it.
I just called (absolute last minute I was allowed to!) to cancel our summer camping trip. Lost the deposit but it was only £20, and I reckon that's a small price to pay now I have come to my senses and recalled that the last 4 summer camping trips have been between 'compromised' if not ruined by rubbish weather, AND they've been getting worse, from 3 days out of 7 in Lyme Regis (inc sitting on the beach in hoodies on the good days), to 4" of rain in North Devon last summer, absolutely no sun and a huge petrol bill as we spent days driving a bit aimlessly around. I think that was the trip that broke my spirit- it took 2 weeks to scrub the red clay mud off the tent and dry it off; it took a month to finally get rid of the fungal foot infections we picked up by having wet feet ALL the time; we barely socialised with our friends in the next tent as it was far too cold, wet, windy and miserable to sit outside beyond the huddle in the day tent to eat, after 5pm (the DCs watched DVDs, back to back on their laptop every evening!).
I confess my eyes have been opened a little, albeit expensively, by an Easter trip (yes, I know, Easter, which was The English Summer this year!) to Australia visiting family where we stayed in 2 resorts for 4 days apiece, in units. No mud! Things to do inside on the one day it drizzled! Warm drizzle at that. Free use of a washing machine and tumble drier (Devon cost us £15 in drier bills!- I can do 'grubby' but not damp).
Thing is, I am a camper! I have always camped inc some rugged, carry everything hill walking. We have camped every year for the 8 we've been in the UK. But I have just reached the point where I sadly concede it is no longer worth our while. The 'trade offs', the sitting outside in a pleasant field, DCs off running around in shorts and T shirts, BBQ sizzling, wine in hand, sun slowing setting over a bucolic scene of English summer evening loveliness- well, it just hasn't happened for us for 4 years now, but the mildewed tent, the constant mild, damp discomfort, the having to take the entire winter wardrobe as well as shorts and T shirts (and buying a trailer to carry all the excess 'rain-proof' gear, wellies, gortex, fleece x 4 apiece, tarpaulins +++), then having to wash everything when I get home has!
So today, late July when the weather forecast said '23 degrees with occasional showers' and in fact we have 12 degrees and a deluge has convinced me. DS1 is out on a school trip (hopelessly ill equipped as I had to choose what he should take as he has to carry it all day and I decided on a change of summer clothes, a light rugby shirt and a kagoule, based on what I thought I knew!) and will come home wet through and possibly miserable!
Grr.
As you were.