I go camping with my daughters, it is absolutely not my wife's sort of thing.
We are absolutely minimalist;
If you can't cook it on a fire, then it doesn't get cooked; the point of extra clothes is in case of wet, not smartness or poncing around; we take the bikes, best way to get around when time is not a factor; we take nothing that we worry about getting stolen unless it can be locked and left unattended in the car; work out how many clothes you need as a minimum, half it and take that. Except socks. You can't take enough socks.
I love sitting by a fire late at night, in the dark when the girls are asleep in the tent; a decent whisky, gentle music and a good book sat outside in the quiet, away from people.
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