great way to celebrate a birthday......
my first experience of camping was in the gower penninsular with a neurotic welsh italian friend who had brought more kit for 1 night than 'go outdoors' has for the whole of the uk. She had arrived at the site earlier in the day and had pitched her 4-berth tent near the showerblock which didn't stop her poking her bare arse out of the tent at 3am in the morning because she couldn't be fagged to walk the 30 seconds to the loo. I was woken up at 6am I was woken up with 'sarah, sarah, there's a girl giving birth in the toilets!' Armed with tea-tree shower gel and a towel, I entered the block to see a young girl of about 14 at the entrance, sitting on a mickey mouse sleeping bag, nightshirt around her neck, straining for all she was worth. How the hell I was supposed to help (not having been in that situation or first aid trained (do they teach you that in first aid at work now?)) i don't know, but speaking to her mother I realised that she was due that day she was '17' as well as the 'boyfriend' who was nowhere in sight, the midwife said it was ok to go camping as 'you are always late on your first aren't you'. All the more reason to go camping at a site that was over 90 minutes away from a hospital and at a locked site where the gates weren't open until 8am. The girl couldn't hold on and gave birth 10 minutes into the journey. Needless to say that my welsh italian friend put all her camping stuff up for sale on e-bay after that.
( pottybeaver is neither a potty nor a beaver, Thu 29 Mar 2012, 23:30, Reply)