Camping has always been a huge part of my life, although my experience is more in caravanning than camping. I'm no stranger to the great outdoors, and even with a phobia of the dark and creepy crawlies, I do quite well.
The first camping trip of the year was with The Boy, a nice quiet weekend away in the heart of Snowdonia National Park.
Our little two man tent created the perfect love nest, even if there was a little lovers tiff putting it up :s
Camping wouldn't be complete without a cosy camp fire. I'm much better at keeping the fire going than The Boy - Girl power!
Aww so cute! And oh so tasty!
Couldn't get more British - Camping - Beer - Union Jack Flag - Bog roll!
The second camping trip was a spare of the moment job in a friends back garden. Random but so much fun.
A well earned glass of wine after putting up an eight man tent in the rain!
And more wine!
Camping in the back garden was much messier than camping in a field - We all managed to stand in dog poo en route to the loo in the house!
What have I learned from my camping trips? Wine is a must, Camp fires are a must, No dogs allowed, and you can't go wrong with a BBQ - unless you under cook the sausages!