(not anything like Van Morrison)
When we were on holiday in Cornwall the family on a pitch diagonally opposite ours had a huge tent.
Ours was an eight-man tent. Theirs dwarfed ours and made it look like something you’d throw up in the garden for a weekend of fun.
About halfway through our stay, the family with the *huge* tent
packed up and got the hell out of Dodge went back home.
The dad of the family rolled up a wall of their tent and started carrying things out.
There was the fridge. And the freezer. And the 48″ TV. And the microwave. And the oven. And the smaller fridge (which I could only think they had exclusively for beer). And the kettle. And the two gas bottles. And many other things, including items of furniture.
All of these things were stowed in the back of a 3.5t van (with tail-lift).
When the tent had been emptied one of the family swept out, mopped up and then dried the floor.
Then the tent was very carefully (but very rapidly, taken down and folded up, and then stowed in the remaining space in the back of the van.
Within less than an hour of the activity starting, the whole exercise had been completed, everything was stowed, and the family were driving out of the campsite on their way home.
Seasoned campers, obviously.
Whereas we were/are very unseasoned campers.
We had little conversations on the way home; about getting a top-box for the Insignia (which was totes crammed up), about getting a trailer.
Then we moved on to getting a caravan (and had sensible conversations about such things), while all the time I was thinking about getting a van).
I’m not sure how we’re going to combine any/all of these things with our ambitions of getting a widebeam boat…
It’s going to be an interesting couple of years.