quite a few years ago my wife decided she would like to go camping,so we bought a nice posh tent and set off for a site in the Lake district.We arrived on a Saturday morning and the site was fairly empty but during the day it filled up.By Monday my wife had had enough,it was far to noisy with kids tearing about all over the place so Tuesday morning we came home.A couple of weeks later i persuaded her to come with me for a few days in a wood not far from our house,she was all for it,so we got there and set up my small tent,things were going well untill it started going dark.She didnt like it,it was to quiet,rather spooky she said,but i convinced her there was no one around and it was very safe.So later on in the night she decided she needed to go out for a pee,so she bravely ducked out of the tent and dissapeared into the undergrowth,on the way back she tripped over a guy rope and almost brought the tent down and fell stark naked into the damp grass,that was it,there was a flow of language which a lady should not really use.After the Mrs had calmed down we started to nod off when the tent shook and a grunting noise came from outside,which set the good lady off screaming,the grunting slowly dissapeared and i stuck my head out to see a large badger ambling away.Well,that was it,as soon as the sun rose we were on our way home,My wife told me in no uncertain terms that i could go and live like a tramp in the woods if i wanted but next time she was going in a hotel,so there.
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I'm pleased, and a little smug, to report that my wife saw off a bear when she went out for a pee when we were camping in the Rockies. I didn't believe her at first and just rolled over and went back to sleep, but the fresh tracks were there to see in the morning. It's the wee beasties she doesn't like really and has kept me awake many a time hunting for a beetle making scratching noises on a groundsheet.
Now we are in our 70s, most of her camping is in our campervan, which she loves. If I want to go with the rucksack, I'm on my own!
Now we are in our 70s, most of her camping is in our campervan, which she loves. If I want to go with the rucksack, I'm on my own!
Dreadhead
Bushcrafter through and through
great story shame the outdoors arent for some people, and some woman you have there old timer! lucky swmbo loves it as much as me
MD, sounds similar to my wife, a brand new caravan was roughing it as far as she's concerned.
Rob
Rob
Pretty much the same here, rules for camping are..
Hot and cold running water
Hot meals
Flushing toilet
Propper bed with duvet.
One of these.
http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Perkins's_tent
Hot and cold running water
Hot meals
Flushing toilet
Propper bed with duvet.
One of these.
http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Perkins's_tent
Dreadhead
Bushcrafter through and through
Years ago I was engaged to a wonderful woman (in an outdoorsman's requirements) She loved camping, fishing, hunting, canoeing, and most anything outdoors; even if she was a bit incompetent at some parts of it. On one particular camping trip she heard raccoons outside the tent the first night and sat up watching them through the tent window. On every subsequent night, she left food out to attract them.
The bit I find funny in the OP's post is the statement that his wife found the campsite "spooky" after dark; I remember while I was stationed over there that many houses were opposite a Churchyard full of graves and nobody thougt twice about living next to a graveyard.
The bit I find funny in the OP's post is the statement that his wife found the campsite "spooky" after dark; I remember while I was stationed over there that many houses were opposite a Churchyard full of graves and nobody thougt twice about living next to a graveyard.
It's because you never get much trouble from the occupants...
They tend to be extremely quiet, mind their own business and never pop round for a cup of sugar or anything
widu13
Bushcrafter (boy, I've got a lot to say!)
Slowly, slowly catchee monkey (not aimed at any person living in a certain region of England!)...
Start with Glamping! Bell tent, stove, rugs, skins and fairy lights. The missus loves it; but there again she likes BC too
Start with Glamping! Bell tent, stove, rugs, skins and fairy lights. The missus loves it; but there again she likes BC too
Lol, cheers for the giggle
I'm about to introduce the wifey to some winter camping in a couple of weeks, just bought a lavvu and woodstove though so hoping she'll be toasty. I'll kit her out in Woolpower, Exped down mat, -18c sleeping bag and down booties, if that fails I'll give up I think.
I'm about to introduce the wifey to some winter camping in a couple of weeks, just bought a lavvu and woodstove though so hoping she'll be toasty. I'll kit her out in Woolpower, Exped down mat, -18c sleeping bag and down booties, if that fails I'll give up I think.
Took my dearly beloved to Canada back in September, first time in 17 years we'd actually camped together in the same tent. Was a bit worried she'd suffer with the cold and as we were on a canoe trip for a week there was no going back if you didn't like it. First night it got down to -5 and she couldn't get settled or warm. Finally gave in and went for a pee, that seemed to do the trick, that and me re-deploying every bit of sleep kit I had. She ended up with an inflatable thermorest and sleeping bag (rated -12 comfort) in a bivi bag. Hat on and a hoody with thermal leggings. I was sweating up in boxers and a t-shirt. But bless her she stuck it out without complaining.
About five or six years ago I persuaded other half and son (then 14) to come camping on the Pembrokeshire coast. I found this idyllic-sounding campsite overlooking the sea where you could have a fire and offered secluded individual pitches. Sounded great and in those days she was an occasional, if slightly reluctant camper.
We set off (it was August) in the teeth of a strongish wind which got stronger and stronger as we headed ever further west. As the mood in the car dropped (unlike the wind) I tried to raise spirits by reminding them that the forecast was good. As I said this the first raindrops hit the windscreen and the weather got worse and worse until, when we arrived it was a full-scale gale.
It took my son and I two hours to put up a tentipi seven man and then it only stayed up when I lashed an extra tarp over it.
The weather continued in this vein just about all week. No fires were possible as the site was so exposed and the tarp which I was going to use as a windshield was helping to keep the tent in one piece. I remember being woken several times each night as my other half announced that the tent was about to collapse (it didn't) although I occasionally thought it would (didn't admit this though, thought it was my job to keep morale up).
Anyway we survived the experience ( actually I quite enjoyed it although didn't admit it) but from then on the other half has not ventured out under canvas. (Too cold in the winter and too many creepy crawlies in the summer).
We set off (it was August) in the teeth of a strongish wind which got stronger and stronger as we headed ever further west. As the mood in the car dropped (unlike the wind) I tried to raise spirits by reminding them that the forecast was good. As I said this the first raindrops hit the windscreen and the weather got worse and worse until, when we arrived it was a full-scale gale.
It took my son and I two hours to put up a tentipi seven man and then it only stayed up when I lashed an extra tarp over it.
The weather continued in this vein just about all week. No fires were possible as the site was so exposed and the tarp which I was going to use as a windshield was helping to keep the tent in one piece. I remember being woken several times each night as my other half announced that the tent was about to collapse (it didn't) although I occasionally thought it would (didn't admit this though, thought it was my job to keep morale up).
Anyway we survived the experience ( actually I quite enjoyed it although didn't admit it) but from then on the other half has not ventured out under canvas. (Too cold in the winter and too many creepy crawlies in the summer).
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My wife has slept in a cave with me, in a sandstone cliff cove by a river just on the ground, no tent. In a tent. No worries.
I just can't get rid of her
I just can't get rid of her
When I first got with my Missus I heard lore about her being a country girl and quite at home climbing trees and ditch jumping etc. pleased with this I thought to myself. On my first visit to the prospective in-laws I had these and other myths blown out of the water and found the only reason she had ever ditch jumped was because ONCE, the call for dinner time had echoed across the Norfolk fields and she started running! And that one and only ditch that was jumped, happened to be in her way.
now my constant exposure of camping stuff seems to be having an effect and she seems to be entertaining the idea of camping a little more, however we seem to have seen progress peak at a static caravan holiday. Her idea of roughing it is not having somewhere to plug her hair dryer or straighteners in.
now my constant exposure of camping stuff seems to be having an effect and she seems to be entertaining the idea of camping a little more, however we seem to have seen progress peak at a static caravan holiday. Her idea of roughing it is not having somewhere to plug her hair dryer or straighteners in.
