It was our own fault that we'd had beans for lunch. And supper. In fact it struck me that beans should never have become a campfire staple. As my son continued to sleep-fart it also struck me that essentially we were sleeping in a highly flammable bag filling up with methane next to an open fire. This not being the most relaxing of thoughts - I decided to get up and douse the fire.
Hiking and camping isn't so simple. It has taken me a month of trial and (mostly) error to realize that I didn't need to bring anything at all. I could have bought everything I needed in the camping shop by the bus station in Chanea, Crete's main port, where I did in fact buy an excellent sleeping bag and mat.
My favourite time of the year is fast approaching; knee-deep mud, a legendary line up and traditionally wet weather can only mean Glastonbury is upon us. Of course, just like every year, there's a chance that we may see some sunshine over the weekend, which leads me to the dilemma I have each and every time I pack for a festival. What on earth do I take?!
We are a country of grumps. You may already have thought this to be the case, but now there are hard statistics to back up your suspicions. A new survey for the Camping and Caravanning Club shows that 63% of us feel Britain as a nation has nothing to look forward to this summer, and nearly as many agreed that they have nothing to look forward to personally.
Nowadays, 'me time' is a real luxury; and the best place to get it is out in the middle of nowhere, without the distractions of phones, emails and televisions. Not all of us are suited to roughing it like campers (i'm definitely not), so that's where 'glamping' comes into play- all the relaxing benefits of camping without the stressful negatives of finding heat, pitching a tent and having no electricity.
I know I have been quiet since we got going in the van. In what could be considered a cavalier move, we booked ourselves in for two festivals back to back, three weeks into trading, and the last couple of weeks have been a hazy blur of heavy rain, ubiquitous mud, wayward tent pegs and hungry strangers.