Expert Camping Gear Reviews & Advice
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