It was a great holiday, but...
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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Waterlogged campsite fun
This easter me and a gang of friends (including b3tans Chrico and TheArchSteve) decided a camping holiday would be a fun way to get in touch with our foolish sides. We planned a trip to the Peak District, in memory of a fun but vaguely traumatic Geography field trip there back when we were 15 or so. However, when we called the campsites there before we set off, it turned out that camping was cancelled for the week - all the pitches were waterlogged. This was a bad sign.
So, we decided on the New Forest instead. The weather had been pretty good down south so we were confident the conditions would be a lot better. The campsite we chose remained happily open and let us in just fine. Here we discovered a difference in camping policy.
In the Peak District, they will close camping because the site is waterlogged.
In the New Forest, they'll let you arrive, take your money and let you in, so you can discover the campsite is waterlogged for yourself.
I present a joyously dodgy digital camera photo of Chrico demonstrating the wonderful conditions: linky
Yes that's all water, and none of it is supposed to be there.
The holiday was amazing anyway, as these things usually are. Terrorizing the countryside with your best mates tends to be fun, even if you're soaking wet while doing it.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 12:21, Reply)
This easter me and a gang of friends (including b3tans Chrico and TheArchSteve) decided a camping holiday would be a fun way to get in touch with our foolish sides. We planned a trip to the Peak District, in memory of a fun but vaguely traumatic Geography field trip there back when we were 15 or so. However, when we called the campsites there before we set off, it turned out that camping was cancelled for the week - all the pitches were waterlogged. This was a bad sign.
So, we decided on the New Forest instead. The weather had been pretty good down south so we were confident the conditions would be a lot better. The campsite we chose remained happily open and let us in just fine. Here we discovered a difference in camping policy.
In the Peak District, they will close camping because the site is waterlogged.
In the New Forest, they'll let you arrive, take your money and let you in, so you can discover the campsite is waterlogged for yourself.
I present a joyously dodgy digital camera photo of Chrico demonstrating the wonderful conditions: linky
Yes that's all water, and none of it is supposed to be there.
The holiday was amazing anyway, as these things usually are. Terrorizing the countryside with your best mates tends to be fun, even if you're soaking wet while doing it.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 12:21, Reply)
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