We were up a massive hill in Scotland, nearest house 15 minutes drive away, nearest shop 25 minutes drive away - no electric, no water, no loo.
A tiny caravan for me, DD and BabyG and tent for DH and DD.
All was going so well - car packed and supplies well thought out, got there at 7pm, unpacked the car, got the tent up no problem at all and were feeling very pleased with ourselves. We had our picninc then DH decided to go off for a walk, I stayed to faff around in the caravan with the DC.
THEN IT HAPPENED. O.M.F.G the midgies. THE MIDGIES! Swarms descended on us, we were supposed to be sitting around a campfire toasting marshmallows, instead we were fighting off the bloody midgies - BabyG did not leave the caravan, bless him and he STILL has 9 bites on his face - we were all blastered in bug repellent HA, my pretty citronella candles burning away HA. I went outside and within seconds my arms were black. I lookd at at DH and said "We can't stay here!" - thankfully he agreed so we chucked hte kids in teh car and threw everything in the boot. Got home nearly midnight, poor kids!
Two pitiful hours . Trust me, I am not exaggerating, this was NOT a few little irritating midgies, it was unbelievable.