I always think camping sounds idyllic - being at one with nature and all that and 'enjoying' the company of your nearest and dearest, but in reality it would be purgatory for me. I have done it three times: once with the Girl Guides which involved digging latrines and singing jolly songs round a smokey camp fire I seem to remember; once with DD1 and her in laws - not the best experience in the world and once, years ago, in East Africa with a guard armed with a bow and arrow to fend off crocodiles and other predatory creatures. So, good luck to all you jolly campers but I think I'll stick to a comfy bed with no beasties nibbling me at night or threatening to eat me up whole, running hot and cold (en suite preferably) and the benefit of heating/air-con should it be required
Hunt, the Chancellor, gets his figures wrong!
Is it me or am I getting mixed messages
Kate Garroway-Care at home costs