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As you read this I’m holed up in a tent in the New Forest.

The bitter-sweetness of camping is a dichotomy of life.

Sleeping in the great outdoors is humbling. It feels natural. But sleeping in a tent means my back will be as twisted as a Slinky and it’ll take me a week to walk properly.

Waking up a mere ‘nylon-fabric’s-width’ away from nature is fantastic; the grass, the smells and the morning larks. But not at 5.30 in the morning.

Most importantly, camping food is great; it’s simple, quick and nutritious.

But as the family are all eating cold baked beans and sharing one tent, there are bound to be tears.