I've only been camping once in my life when I spent three nights under canvas at Guilfest some years ago. Helped by lashings of alcohol and dodgy burgers, I had a great time. The toilet block wasn't as bad as I'd feared and the campers were more friendly than I'd dared to hope.
So I'm going to do it again.
Not Guilfest this time, but three nights in a tent over the May Bank Holiday with (at the last count but it keeps growing) eight family members and two friends.
It could be fun or it could be bloody awful. I'm hoping for fun.