Camping, something for everyone right?

You always try to imagine what the worse thing that could happen to you when camping don't you? Well unfortunately when I imagined what might go wrong, I didn't know what I thought would actually happen to me and my friends...in the middle of nowhere...and that's not the worse part.

We decided to go on a nice camping trip in Wales in what scientists call 'summer'. I think it should be called the rainy season considering how much ran we get in this stupid country. Why we ever thought going camping in Wales was a good idea I will never know. We had just arrived at the Campsite around early evening, and we discovered the website which advertised this place had ever so slightly given it's 'beauty' if you can call it that, too much credit. This was the start of how our holiday became a 'hellody'.

We set up our tents all nice and everything was going fine up until we decided to go make dinner. That was when we realised our cooker did not work and we had brought lots of meat with us that needed to be cooked that evening. Clever idea wasn't it? This lead to us fighting for the next 20 or so minuets (I couldn't really remember, I tried forgetting about this experience after it happened to be honest). In the end we decided to go to the camp site owners house across the street and ask if we could borrow a disposable bbq or something. He allowed us to use his cooker luckily (although he was staring at us awfully strangely the whole time we were in his kitchen) we thanked him and went back to our tents to eat dinner...well what was left of our tents actually...

When we got back we discovered that the wind was so strong some of our pegs came out of their holes and down our tent went. You can imagine what that had done to our moods. Again we started arguing with each other about who didn't make sure the pegs were in properly. By this point I think we all secretly were plotting each others deaths...but that's another story to tell later on. About an hour of us of fighting had gone by and we ended up with cold food, a tent that was half up and half down and 3 angry and confused girls in the middle of the welsh countryside.

In the end we got our tents back up and ate our cold (and very disgusting) food and went to bed. The next morning you would not be surprised to hear that we went home as soon as we could (still very angry and plotting each others deaths) and never again went camping in Wales!