As children, we'd put up a tent in the garden. That was camping!
My mum and dad had 2 weeks holiday in summer. They were spent touring Scotland in everything from a van to a Hillman Minx and Cortina. We carried Black's of Greenock patrol tents, Primus stoves, etc. It was like a Tink's Flitting... and that was camping!
In the late 70's, my mate and I bought a single-skin Goretex tent which rained inside until our sleeping bags were opened in the morning. We sold it at a small profit to a climber in The Clachaig in Glencoe after plying him with drink. I just hope he got more pleasure camping with it than we did!
In the early 80's, Vango (then Black's of Greenock) released the Force Ten Featherweight. Man, that was camping!
My daughter's first camping trip was when she was 8 months old. Due to the circumstances it was in a posh Forestry Commission campsite... but it was camping!
With only myself to blame, I once ended up trapped by a deluge in a midgie infested hell-hole on the north side of Ben More Assynt for 3 or 4 days. That was camping, as is when I go a few miles from home and set my hammock for a night or two in the woods, or when benighted on a local river, only to discover in the morning that I'd set up my basha in someones garden. I've gone on foot, by canoe, push-bike, motorbike, car and plane, and they're all camping!
I'll show my disdain so far as the term "Wild Camping" is concerned; there's the temporary mobile shelter, cooking on a stove or fire and sh!tt!ng in the woods - and there's staying under canvas in a complex of toilet/shower blocks with hair dryers, washer/dryers, games rooms, TV rooms, shops, restaurants and Rules and Regulations. Only one of these is "Camping". It's a status thing and I'm prejudice!
Silentpaddler, that picture's brilliant!
Miyagi, I've wanted one of those giant rucksacks since I saw one in a window display at Tiso's in Edinburgh in the 80's.
Cheers,
Pango.