The kids want to go. I hate camping but can suck it up for one night.
It means borrowing stuff from my dad, who is a long time scout leader and regular camper.
We spoke to him last night. Oh my fucking God in a box. He went on and on at length about all the stuff we'll need. A table, a camping stove, kettle, saucepans, cool box, foldable chairs, disposable barbecue, inflatable roll mats, 'proper' sleeping bags, lanterns, bivvy bags, first aid kit, plastic plates and cutlery, extension lead, flask for coffee. And on and on.
We just want to roll up to a camp site, pitch a tent, go out for dinner, come back and sleep, get up, go for breakfast, let the kids run around the field playing ball games while we fight with take down the tent, go home.
Are we deluded? My dad made it sound ridiculously complicated.