Monday, 25 August 2008

It's camping.....but not as you know it.

You might be forgiven for thinking that my life is one endless round of weekend camping trips. This is not strictly true, as in between times I do work.

Yes really.

However, as this weekend past was the August Bank Holiday weekend, it was the chance for a last hurrah......although admittedly the weather wasn't much to cheer about.

Nevertheless, we had booked to go away with friends for a fun-filled few days, and that we did. For the initiated, the idea of camping usually provokes a shudder of distaste, fuelled by visions of leaky tents, creepy-crawlies, tinned baked beans and BBQ sausages, drizzly rain, lumpy camp beds etc.

This is about as far from the truth as is possible, as most campsites boast pitches overflowing with state-of-the-art caravans and motorhomes which would put 5 star hotel facilities to shame.
We have a modest little campervan, but even it has central heating, oven, hob, fridge, sink, small bathroom with toilet, washbasin and you see we don't exactly rough it.

On the first night we hosted a three-course dinner for 6 in our snug little van, but the piece de resistance was Saturday night which was billed as a Murder Mystery Dinner for 8, complete with decorated gazebo, themed dinner, wines, clues etc......... with all guests dressed in character.

So not exactly your run-of-the-mill, back-to-basics camping then.

Needless to say, small dog was in her element and fully entered into the spirit of the thing.......

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