Expert Camping Gear Reviews & Advice
CampGear360 Team 
There’s an old camping cliché: spend your money on the big things, save on the small ones. Tent, sleeping bag, boots — yes. Gas canister? Surely just gas is gas, right? Wrong. Profoundly, inconveniently wrong. The value camping gas canisters market is cluttered with options that look identical on the shelf but behave very differently … Read more
You’ve packed the tent, wrestled the sleeping bag into its stuff sack, and somehow managed to cram four days’ worth of questionable weather gear into a 65-litre rucksack. Then you reach the campsite, pull out your shiny new stove — and realise you’ve bought the wrong gas canisters camping. The burner won’t connect. It’s raining. … Read more
There’s a peculiar British ritual that plays out on campsites from the Lake District to the Lizard Peninsula every single weekend: someone attempts to chop an onion on a wobbly cool box lid, watches half of it cartwheel into the mud, and then — only then — admits they probably should have packed a proper … Read more
There’s a particular kind of chaos that unfolds at the campsite washing-up station. You’ve just finished a magnificent pot of pasta cooked over a gas burner in the Lake District rain. The dishes are done. And now you’re standing there, wet to the elbows, with nowhere to put anything that won’t immediately topple into a … Read more
Picture this: you’re somewhere beautifully windswept — the Peak District, maybe, or the Pembrokeshire coast — and you’re crouched over your camping stove, lighter flicked for the fourteenth time, watching the flame die in the same gust that’s been trying to steal your hat for the past hour. Your pasta is cold. Your patience is … Read more
There is a particular kind of misery known only to British campers. You’ve arrived at a muddy field in the Peak District, rain is threatening from the south-west (it always is), and you’re rummaging through four overlapping carrier bags trying to locate the spatula, the camp stove gas, a tin of baked beans, and the … Read more
There’s a particular kind of frustration known only to British campers. You’ve driven three hours to a site in Derbyshire, the rain is already doing its thing, and somewhere in the boot — buried under sleeping bags, a deflated paddling pool, and what appears to be last year’s citronella candles — is your spatula. The … Read more
You’ve got the tent up. The kettle’s boiling. The sausages are sizzling beautifully. And then, inevitably, you’re standing outside a communal sink block in the drizzle, juggling a precarious tower of greasy plates and a washing-up bowl the size of a small paddling pool. Sound familiar? It shouldn’t have to be this way. Collapsible washing … Read more
Picture this. It’s half seven on a drizzly Saturday morning somewhere in the Lake District. The kids are still in their sleeping bags. Your partner is attempting to locate a missing welly. And you — wise, prepared, possibly smug — are pouring out perfectly hot tea from a flask you filled before you left the … Read more
There’s a particular kind of misery that every British camper knows intimately. You’ve just scrambled up a windswept ridge in the Lake District, your waterproofs are doing their best, the rain is doing its worst, and you reach into your rucksack for that flask of coffee you made at half six in the morning — … Read more