I’ve actually surprised myself by how much I’ve fallen in love with camping. I never camped growing up back in the UK..I tell a lie, I can vaguely remember a school trip to Devon in primary school and have even sketchier memories of a boozy beach party and camp site in Rhossili (North Wales) in my early twenties. My overriding memory was of waking up cold, cramped and hungover in a tent the size of a coffin. It was very early, the campsite was still slumbering and I was lying next to my boyfriend (now husband) and top to tail… View Post