Every year we get a new piece of kit to add to our camping experience. This years pièce de résistance is the not so attractive Kampa Khazi.
Now I’ll be honest. This is not the first time Mr Dad has tried to sneak this into our camping paraphernalia.
The first time a few years back I cried (no, I sobbed) and he took it back.
It’s big, ugly … utilitarian even. Who wants to see that stuck in their tent in the morning. Not me that’s for sure! I want to see fairy lights, bunting, bright coloured sleeping bags, tangled hair with flowers weaved in it, warm toast and hot mugs of coffee. Not a large grey bucket with this mornings constitutional winking at me.