Thought we would take advantage of the great forecast to camp on Saturday night. DH is a reluctant camper so I planned carefully and thought I had found a quiet site near to where we needed to be. Any way won't bore you with the details but I managed to book into the wrong site (similar names similar area) and when we turned up it was heaving and full of chavs. To top it all it cost a fortune so we said no and drove off..... 5 pm at night and no iPhone to help... Ended up in a rough old field with stinky loos and no showers. As we had been cycling all day this was a bad thing. Got pitched and had a good meal at pub. I paid to try get self out of the camping dog house but then it rained ALL night long. We are now back home, phew, with the wettest tent I have ever known. It is spread all over the playroom, puddling everywhere. DH is milking it for all he is worth. Why did I not book Premier Inn with it's memory foam mattresses??