(sorry, the local cheapo pound shop)
We decided to stop here after our 3 days at the rorbu camping (fishing hut on poles in the sea) for a night in the tent prior to taking the ferry home.
We pitched. We sort of unpacked. The wind picked up. The fog was rolling in.
Being a novice tenter, having had campervan before, I freaked when I saw the kitchen, which was the filthiest two hob burner in the world. I had forgotten tin opener. I discovered that my dhs camping pot was the size of a mug, and would have to cook my planned dinner (of tinned meatballs in sauce) in 4 installments of 20 minutes each.
I had told him, if we want to bbq hotdogs on a bonfire, we need to stop at the petrol station to buy the sausages. We forgot. So we had no food, and no way to cook it. So DH decided to cycle to the shop.
MEANWHILE it started raining. The kids were happy on the trampoline, and the swings, while I was freezing my butt of in 12 degrees, wind rain and fog....
What do you think happened when DH came back??