once went many years ago, somewhere near the Lancaster Canal, pitched the tent on a slope, being a numpty, heavy rain that night, big river ran down slope through the tent, sleeping bags were sodden, home next morning........end of cashys camping day.
funnily enough the couple we went with.......... the guy lives on our street now, n he's never mentioned it, can't think why, he would have got some real stick off me, if it had been the other way round.
