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For those of you worried about sheets etc in other places .................
you can buy a silk sleeping bag and pillow cover from travel companies. You sleep inside the sleeping bag with the pillow cover over the pillow.
The company I know is Magellans
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Yes Madge that's camping but with a tin roof …….caravan holidays seem like hard work.....but for kids they love the freedom and somewhere different to sleep.
Sylvia,Friends of ours always take own pillows and bed stuff when sleeping out,,,,,but mainly they do a rent so don't have anyone doing their room.
No camping isn't for me...mind saying that in a busy place like Blackpool (which I dislike) camping is a better choice than a B&B with all them bodies hoping in and out each week... :-D :-D :-D.
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Blackpool is a cesspit cheap and nasty. So is Rhyl I do like to people watch there :-D
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Friend who lives in Blackpool a couple of years ago told me not to go as there was an influx of bedbugs in Blackpool hotells/ B and B's.
never been since before she warned me.
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well .............. don't go anywhere to stay then!!!
New York's very expensive hotels ............. bed bugs
Florida ............ bed bugs
and on and on and on
We have a friend who found one in the Sheraton in a major Canadian city
They are found all over the world now, and not just in cheap little hotels or motels ........... all a result of the great expansion of travellers who now cross the world.
Examine your own suitcases if you've been abroad or even within the UK recently.
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Before I was born, my parents rented an old cottage in Suffolk. The ceilings were the floors above ie. slats of wood.
The first night they were there, mum & dad were in bed, when they heard a strange, faint rumbling sound, and the next minute, bed bugs were falling through the ceiling onto their bed! :-0
The first croft house we got in Shetland (after the tent), I was there for the first week, on my own (with a dog I didn't know, who belonged to a 'lodger' who wasn't there).
I went to bed, leaving Ben the dog in the kitchen, musing on the fact that this (downstairs) bedroom was the only room with wallpaper - it was probably the 'front parlour' in times gone by, but the lower 6" or so or wallpaper had disappeared.
There were gas lights in the kitchen of this house, but elsewhere, candles were needed. I also took a torch.
I blew the candle out and settled down to sleep.
I thought I felt something passing by my face - but ignored it.
Then something went past my hand, and my face again.
I reached for the torch - something definitely went past my hand.
Turned the torch on, shone it on the bed - it was covered in mice!
That would explain the missing wallpaper.......
I got out of bed - very carefully, went to the kitchen, and encouraged Ben to
(a) kill the mice and
(b) sleep on my bed.
He was more than happy to do (b), and kept the mice away!
At least, in the tent, we only had the occasional attempt by a sheep to come into the tent - and they were a lot easier to 'get rid of' than mice!
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About 58 years ago sis had covered a friend's weekend work on a few occasions and in return was given a week at the family's caravan. Setting off on a Saturday morning, it took the two of us (both too young to drive) three bus journeys to get to it. It was sited under a tree, looking OK from the outside. Inside there were earwigs having parties. Too late to get home that night so we shook out all the bedding and settled down. I slept better than sis. The van was on a rural site - no bright lights and bus service practically non-existent on Sundays. We went home Monday.
As older teenagers, four of us slept one night in a car - uncomfortable to say the least. We'd gone away for the weekend, on an impulse - as you do when you're young.
The only night OH and I slept in a tent was in a farmer's field near Shepton Mallet - we were young and on our way to Cornwall. The night was cold and by 5 am we were having breakfast at a greasy spoon and went B and B the rest of the hols.
When the kids were young in the UK and Oz we had various caravans and a dormobile (pop-up top, remember) and travelled thousands of miles.
They seemed to enjoy it all but it speaks volumes, I think, that, apart from one renting a caravan for a week to keep his children happy and the other having one night under canvas in the garden with the youngest, neither has got the camping bug.
As we got older, OH and I prefer our creature comforts, padding around in a plush hotel room suits us much better now. :-D
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As teenagers 2 friends and I stayed in the grounds of the family friend of one of them.
Her dad transported us and our bicycles to West Sussex from Hampshire. We had a small hut / shed, and a bell tent and a crazy gypsy caravan. We slept in the caravan, ate in the hut and stored bikes etc. in the Kent. We thought it was great, although the outdoor toilet facilities were very primitive. I remember it as a summer of freedom, cycle rides and great scenery.
When our children were young, we had a trailer tent and they enjoyed our holidays in it. I, on the other hand remember some of the difficulties, like OH being up half the night in a storm in Yorkshire, banging in tent pegs and driving the car round into a new position hoping to gain more shelter for the tent.
When staying at camp sites with communal bathrooms, I'd take a bottle of Dettol and thoroughly wash the bath before washing each child.
In later life we had a fixed caravan on a site about one hour from home. To be able to get away any weekend after work with minimal packing was great. It was like a mini bungalow really, so not much hardship involved..... and we had our own plumbed in toilet and mini shower in a small bathroom. Not palatial by any means, but hot water on demand was a must.
If other people stayed, I would vacuum the bed, put on clean mattress protector, make the bed with freshly laundered sheets and usually clean pillows, or at least clean pillow protectors and pillow cases ready for their arrival. Everyone who stayed was a friend or relative, so these arrangements seemed to work OK.
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