22nd June 2005, 10:19 AM
I have "fond" memories of a student training dig muddy campsite, with temperamental hot water in its only shower, which ended up as a collapsing-tent extravaganza during a storm on the last night. About eight of us ended up in the "girls" caravan. I always resented the fact that the only caravan on site went to the girls anyway, so when we invaded it with soaking wet clothes and stinking colds, it seemed like just desserts.