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Playing 'french cricket' in a big field. Don't even remember how you play it now....but there was a tennis racket involved, and somebody stood in the middle. Dad heating beans on the camp kitchen. Waking up before anyone else and hearing the birds singing and looking up to the vent at the top of the bedroom, watching it get light  and knowing it was going to be a lovely day.....

How come the sun always shone in the 1970s, and now its always cold and raining?

My first camping memery, mid 60's, me and my dad at Fittys holiday camp, Humberstone Cleethorpes, we were in a green canvas ridge tent, the side walls blow  in the night and the groundsheet filled with water, so we got up at sunrise (4am) and went for a walk watching the water rats swimming in the dykes. Same holiday walking out to the 'forts' at low tide to collect mussels for tea.

We had a sprite caravan when I was young so my earliest memories are of that.  Smell of gas mantles, canvas awning have stayed with me even though I was only about 5. We also used to go on Scout camps in the caravan as my Dad was a Scout leader.

My earliest camping memory is guide camp in the 80's - not a happy experience as I never could see the point of bed rolls, storm lashing and building those blasted luggage racks. 

Rediscovered it in my 20's when me and my now husband wanted a cheap getaway together so we borrowed someone's tent and went to Scarborough.  My 2 demands after my guide experience were that the campsite must have proper toilets and showers. 

We now have 2 boys and go camping a few times a year - and we all love it especially now we have the Bear Lake 6!