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Posted by on Oct 3, 2008 in This Happened To Me |


TentThis incident occurred with us once we were on a small vacation. Our family of three was touring the country on a budget, camping wherever a site was available. 

Arriving in Yorkshire in the middle of the night, my husband took us to an area of moorland he knew from his youth. We pitched our tent by torchlight and crawled into our sleeping bags. 

It was an uncomfortable night as the ground was rather lumpy, but we were tired and slept until morning.  Dawn came and I unzipped the tent, looking forward to a beautiful moorland vista.

Unfortunately, the unspoiled rural idyll of my husband’s childhood had changed somewhat.  It was now a landfill site — and we were pitched right on top of it.

The four-year-old son of mine joined my husband in his sleeping bag and declared, “Dad, your bag is so satisfying!”  Impressed at his use of English, he asked why. “Because I’ve just wet mine,” he replied.

All of us had a great laugh and took the whole matter halfheartedly and decided that we will never again go out on budget tour.