Our first Camping Trip – Somerset

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When my hubbie (then Fiancé) suggested we went camping for a week back in September 1993 I was happy to embrace a new experience.  Little did I know what this week had in store for me.

I was nineteen, I took a week off work, we borrowed my dad’s car and headed off to Wookey Hole in Somerset in a two-man dome tent bought in the sales, some foam to sleep on, a singe gas ring to cook and little else.  Hubbie had camped most of his life with his Mum but I always stayed in Caravans and the closest I had gotten to canvas was a trailer tent.  Unprepared is not the word.

The first night was pretty good, we heated a tin of ravioli and after driving all day and went to sleep on our extremely uncomfortable 15mm thick foam mattresses.   The following day started OK, we went into the caves and museum at Wookey Hole  but by the time we had finished exploring it had stared to rain and didn’t stop for any significant period of time for the following 5 days! Suddenly camping didn’t seem like such a good idea.

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We didn’t take chairs so we had to sit in the car!

To be truthful we had a great week exploring Somerset.  We went adventure caving in Cheddar Gorge,

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Cheddar Gorge

explored Glastonbury Abbey which I loved as I was a little obsessed with the legend of King Arthur!

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The site of King Arthur and Guinevere’s tomb?

We got down with the Hippies on top of Glastonbury Tor, I remember hearing one say ‘Can you feel the vibes, Man?”!

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Many people believe Glastonbury Tor is the gateway to the underworld

 

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The fabulous view from the top of Glastonbury Tor and Hubbie, looking about 14 years old!

But the camping was awful, the constant rain meant the bottom 12 inches of our bed was constantly soaked and we ended up taking our camping stove into the site bathroom so we could heat up some tinned food for dinner in the dry.

 

When we packed up to go home I remember saying I would never go camping again.  As the saying goes “never say never” but it did take hubbie 9 years to convince me to try it again but the next time I was determined to be prepared and have the best equipment money could buy and learned from my experiences – having a comfortable, dry, warm bed is the key to any successful camping trip!

 

Here we are 20 years later having camped in the most amazing places across three continents and I’ve never looked back. 😀

 

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9 thoughts on “Our first Camping Trip – Somerset

  1. Sara (@mumturnedmom)

    I remember the first time my husband (then boyfriend!) persuaded me to go camping. Thankfully we had good weather, and have done a fair bit of camping since 🙂 I am definitely in the fair weather camping brigade! It must be lovely to look back on that trip x #WhatstheStory

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  2. Charly Dove

    What a brilliant story Lou, must have been great to look back on. It was all going so well until you got wet! Such great photos – Somerset is a wonderful part of the world. I love hearing about your past travel adventures. Thank you so much for sharing with #whatsthestory

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  3. Mama Syder

    Loved reading this Lou, great photos. Wooky hole was one of Mums favourite places. I remember when we were kids Mum & Dad took us to the Lake district and we slept in the car! Lol, Mum loved being at one with nature, we had some wild camping trips xxx

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