This month I tried glamping.
It was over the bank holiday weekend and I was really lucky with the weather. It was hot in the day and not too cold at night (for the end of August) so it was the best weather for camping really. And I… survived it.
Some aspects of it were good. I was at a folk festival and it was good to be on the festival site so I didn’t have to worry about getting back into town at night. It was good to be close to the rest of the team I was dancing with who were camping. And interesting to see how they did it and all the stuff they brought.
But I hated the change in temperature and how cold it was in the tent (colder than it was outside) and yet how hot I was when I woke up despite it being so cold I put gloves on to read in bed in the mornings while I warmed my clothes up in bed. I really hated the 15 minute round trip to the toilet at 5:30am while knowing I was never going to get back to sleep (dawn was pretty, but I’d rather have had more sleep). I hated listening to people in other tents snore, and the generator I could hear at night when the music stopped. And having to listen to music almost constantly.
I’m glad I’ve had the experience, so now I know what it’s like. But I am happy not to do it again.
I’m giving it 3/10.