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Have a lovely toilet story for you!!

On our second ever camping trip having sucessfully set up tent and cooked a great meal, Our eldest son decided he needed a wee!

Hubby dutifully took him to toilet block and came back with a look of disgust at the facilities. He said to me that he was not impressed with the toilets, they had no door, a concrete seat and one of those old flushes that hangs up the wall.......also there was nowhere to wash your hands.....

Now I didnt know what he was talking about (being newbies) so off I trotted to find out for myself......I was pleasantly suprised with the female toilets and expressed this to him. I took the kids to the loo from then on......Hubby found some alternative toilets and just used them!

Now we know what the 'outside toilet' is used for since getting luggable loo!!
Still not sure how he got it so wrong....

Emma

Last time we went away my wife had a shower, finished, got dressed and then fell over trying to put her shoe on, put her hand out to break the fall, did break the fall but by pushing the shower button while she was underneath it!!

She was not happy!!!

Quote: Originally posted by mumshadenough on 10/9/2009

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Have a lovely toilet story for you!!

On our second ever camping trip having sucessfully set up tent and cooked a great meal, Our eldest son decided he needed a wee!

Hubby dutifully took him to toilet block and came back with a look of disgust at the facilities. He said to me that he was not impressed with the toilets, they had no door, a concrete seat and one of those old flushes that hangs up the wall.......also there was nowhere to wash your hands.....<IMG border=0 align=absMiddle src="https://www.ukcampsite.co.uk/chatter/forum_images/smiley11.gif" alt=17>

Now I didnt know what he was talking about (being newbies) so off I trotted to find out for myself......I was pleasantly suprised with the female toilets and expressed this to him. I took the kids to the loo from then on......Hubby found some alternative toilets and just used them!

Now we know what the 'outside toilet' is used for since getting luggable loo!! <IMG border=0 align=absMiddle src="https://www.ukcampsite.co.uk/chatter/forum_images/smiley36.gif" alt=17>
Still not sure how he got it so wrong....

Emma

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Ah, wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes, here!

Keep 'em comin' !!

My story goes back to May bank holiday a couple of years ago, when we went to Anglesey. We decided for once not to take the tt and just use our very large people carrier, adapted for camping and with a free-standing drive away awning on the side. As we had no ehu, therefore no fridge, we kept the milk cool by keeping it on the ground just under the van, putting it in the awning whenever we went anywhere.

We returned from a drive out this particular day, OH parked the van by the awning, and I put the milk carton back underneath but he then decided that the van wasn't quite close enough to the awning - before I could stop him he got back in the van and drove forwards, right over the carton of milk which promptly burst, sending a shower of almost two pints of pasteurised all over me and the back of the awning. I was absolutely dripping with it, and had to take myself off to the shower block while OH wiped the awning down. Needless to say, we didn't keep the milk under the van after that!

Way back in 1970 as part of a group, my friend, James, and I did the "lets plod around Wales" trek that was expected of sturdy young fellas back then. (By whom I am clueless) Everything on our back, never venturing near any form of civilization apart from the odd farm. Totally self reliant, etc etc...

After 4 days camping by babbling brooks we set off on the final route home. (Home being the minibus) This took us first to the base of Cadre Idris where we would camp by a lake. The next day the plan was to climb over said mountain to reach our goal.

That morning after a pretty rough night we awoke, carried out our basic oblusions, ie peeing up a rock, and looked forward to our final camp breakfast. All we had left was a pretty megre ration of porridge and a bit of kendel mint cake.

It was James' turn to cook so while he got on with it I packed our stuff. We sat in the tent as a light drizzle had begun to fall....dead unusual for north Wales, and I prepared to tuck in. The porrige was steaming nicely, I took a big spoonful shoved it with macho gusto into my gaping mouth and spat the lot straight out. All over James and the inside of the tent. Pebble dashed to a T.  Why would I do such an awful thing? James, bless him, was a Scot, (from Fife) Scots I learned that day, unlike we English, use copious amounts of salt in porridge. I had never tasted anything like it before or since.

James actually passed away this year, This story always brought a smile to his face. Hope it does to yours too. :)

Aww... Sorry to hear about James, DerbyDog.  Sounds like you were friends for a long time, and it sounds like you had a lot of fun together.

I have to admit, I rather like salt in porridge.  My Aunty (married to a Scot) always used to make it that way, and I suppose I got used to it.  I like it made with salt, and then cream and sugar on the top... MMMM!

She also made custard with copious amounts of salt too... No... sorry, Aunty, but just... NO!

FoO

Refreshing this thread because I've just recalled the daftest thing I've ever done at a campsite...

It was at Bromyard Folk Festival, where, in the seventies, there was only a small field and hundreds of tents, and there were no rules whatever about leaving space in between.  As a result, once you were in, you stayed for the weekend.  Your guys were crossed with your neighbours, and you car was stuck until they all packed up on Sunday.

In this small, crowded canvas city, our little tent was the lowest of the low, hidden in between the frame tents and large ridge jobs (no tunnels in them days!).  As it was very cold when we got back to the tent around midnight, (ice on the canvas!), I put a hot water bottle in my sleeping-bag, took a wee dram of whisky, and decided the way to get warm before retiring was to jog the circuit of the field.  So I set off, in pitch blackness, with just my torch for company.  I neglected to check the colours of the surrounding tents before leaving...

I was sober... honest... well, ish...

Yup... I got totally, utterly lost.  I'd gone a long way before I began to think "I've passed that bush once already... but hey, bushes all look the same... like tents... Oh b*gger..."

It took me over an hour to find my way back.  I seriously wouldn't have discovered 'home' before daylight, as OH was tucked up and snoring in his sack by now, had I not by chance recognised a landrover which I remembered seeing arrive as we were pitching.  It was probably not the only landrover on the field that night, but thank goodness it was the right one!

Ever since, I've taken very dutiful mental note of the land-and-tentmarks before venturing out after dark!

FoO

We bought a Horizon 6 in time for our trip to north Yorks in September- much bigger than our l'il pop-up...and lots more guylines!

After we'd got the new beast poled up and upright I started going round pegging out the guys, continually reminding the OH not to trip over them as she was in and out getting the cooking gear and bedding etc from the car. After about my 9th reminder she replyed with a curt "I know, ok!"

However, this didn't deter me, and on pegging out the last line I entered the tent for a slurp of hot coffee and one last "Now mind the guylines, alright"

Yep, you've guessed it.....as I exited the Horizon I caught my foot on a line and ended up hopping for around 5 metres, like a wounded hippo, arms flailing as I tried to stay upright.

I succeeded in remaining on both feet but how I didn't end up sprawled flat on my fat face I don't know- but I can guarantee OH's howling laughter could be heard all over the (thankfully fairly empty) campsite.

I didn't mention guylines for the rest of our stay, for some reason...  

Spent a few moments this morning trying to exit the sleeping area through the inbuilt mozzi net!!! Wrong zip... But when your just up and gasping for a cuppa...you do wonder why your face keeps bouncing off this invisible force feild!!... New tent is my excuse!!!!

Jelboy