One Whitsun bank holiday weekend, ExH, a friend and I went to a campsite we had been to a few times, that is lovely and quiet, riverside setting, nice walk to village pub, etc.
Except this weekend there was a huge group in massive touring caravans who all appeared to be one big extended family.
We walked to the pub for dinner and a few beers, came back, had a cuppa and went to bed. Our neighbours were noisy, and drunk. They got noisier and more drunk. About 1.00 am, one couple had a massive, effing and blinding, shouting row. The woman locked herself in the caravan while her husband kicked the van repeatedly and banged on the door, while shouting "Give me my fucking beer, it's my fucking beer". This went on for ages, then things quitened down a bit, then there were a few scuffles that sounded like fighting, and more shouting.
After about an hour of this, some of the younger men started getting loud and lairy. Then they decided to race their 4x4 trucks round the field. While pissed.
At one point, one of them was driving his truck between our tent and the hedge, a gap of only about 10-12 feet, and very near my head. ExH was snoring, fast asleep, pissed. I was too scared to go out outside and couldn't get a signal on my phone (the owners' house was miles away, on the other side of the farm) and couldn't call the police.
I have never been so terrified in my life, and will not camp at sites that don't have owners or staff on site now.