Yes, I have camped quite a few times. I can remember cooking bacon and eggs outside the tent in Dorset. Nothing like a bacon sandwich in the morning. However, the cooking bacon attracted some unexpected guests, a lot of wasps. I had to hide in the tent just to eat.
I camped in Switzerland. We were very high up in the mountains above Interlaken. Near the Jung Frau. Although it was summer, it was soooo very cold. I had all my clothes wrapped around me just to keep warm. It was also very noisy. A glacier I think. All you could hear was the creaking and groaning of ice all night.
My friends and I went to Edinburgh to see a band in concert. We stayed in a campsite near the edge of the city. The concert finished very late but the local buses were still running. I remember that the bus carried quite a few drunk, interesting people. Some even singing scottish songs in off key voices. Quite a fun experience. It was raining when we got dropped off near the campsite. It had been raining all night. When we finally arrived at the campsite, we saw that the ground was saturated, and small streams of water were running downhill all over the site, flooding any tents. People were trying to move wet tents to other spaces. Some were packing up to leave. Luckily we were okay but the site was a mess the next morning. Packing a wet tent in muddy conditions is no fun.
My best memory was when I was camping in the Lake District one summer. My friends and I were dinghy sailing at a sailing event by one of the lakes. We were all camping in tents close to the lakeshore. It had been a hot summer and during one night, we had a storm. I was in a small tent on my own, in the dark. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. The thunder sounds echoed around the mountains and lake. Something woke me up, something was underneath me under the tent, scratching and scraping, moving in a frensy each time the thunder sounded. I couldn’t move. I was frozen with fear. An automatic reaction. My imagination went in overdrive. I was terrified. What I didn’t know was that my friends were up and about enjoying watching the storm having coffee. They didn’t disturb me as I thought I was having a good sleep – far away in dreamland!
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