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As we near the end of school half term here in the UK – approaching a Bank Holiday and my birthday – it is of course raining heavily. Naturally, I think of camping – this seems the weather for it!
So Camping is the prompt for this week’s Bite Size Memoir – I’m thinking ‘outdoor recreational activity’, if it needs translating across the continents – I’m steeling myself for the tease of predictably dry, sunny days spent in languid relaxation – someplace else. Whatever memories this provokes for you, I want to hear them!
For newcomers, Bite Size Memoir is designed to help anyone record some personal memoir in small manageable bites. There’s a prompt every week and some constraints to keep it small (with full details at the bottom of this post). Feel free to dip in and out each week without commitment.
To catch up on how it started, please read here. If you have your own blog and want to participate, please feel free to incorporate links to and from your post to encourage readers to blog hop.
I’ll start you off with my memories in both formats:
150 Words Prose
I don’t know if all my summer half terms were taken up with a family week in a tent in Derbyshire but it feels like that looking back. Sometimes with friends, sometimes other family. Always torrential rain, kids in the cold breeze block and concrete games room, flickering strip lighting overhead. Some sneaking fags and kisses in the shadows.
One especially bad week, Dad dug a trench around our large frame tent to keep the downhill torrent from running across the carpets inside. Carpets! A bizarre but comforting luxury amidst the tupperwear and plastic keeping everything else dry. Stuff hanging everywhere. Drumming rain on canvas. Watching for drips and being shouted at for poking the tent skin! Sitting at a tiny red all-in-one fold-up table and chairs but enjoying the game “Frustration” for hours!
Mum and Dad arguing because this wasn’t any fun, really. Packing up early!

10 x I remember statements
I remember roof racks, a homemade trailer and stuff packed in around us in the backseat.
I remember damp bedding, cold clothes and books that curled and stuck together.
I remember Mum being annoyed we woke when it was light and hissing if we fidgeted at night.
I remember eating fried breakfasts cooked at a back-breaking angle while someone else held the umbrella.
I remember occasional boules and frequent board games and cards.
I remember wearing wellies and macs and hiding bad hair under hats.
I remember buckets for catching drips and saving nighttime ‘trips’.
I remember pegs and mallets and tripping over ropes.
I remember the nighttime cacophony of snoring, farting and mid-night divorcing.
I remember now to decide last minute, check the weather and only go with friends who have a good sense of humour.
What do you remember?!
Here’s how you join in:
A REMINDER OF HOW THE BITE-SIZE MEMOIR CHALLENGE WORKS
- Each Friday I’ll suggest a topic by 2pm UK time (BST) via my blog and Twitter (using the hashtag #BiteSizeMemoir – You don’t need to be on Twitter to participate.)
2. The challenge will be to write about the topic using
either
10 x “I remember statements”
or
150 x words (prose, or poem if you want to stretch yourself)
Either will make you pick and choose your words carefully whilst keeping a tight focus for time’s sake. You might want to write more, to keep at home, but please only submit one option within the limits for sharing (i.e. 10 statements or 150 word prose/poem)
3. The Deadline for sharing your ‘Bite’ will be 2pm (BST) the following Thursday. You can share in either of two ways:
a) Post your response in the comments section of the current topic – I will find it and cut and paste to the compilation of responses. (You may not see your comment appear immediately but don’t worry – I will find and share it)
or
b) If you have a blog you can post your response on your own blog with a link back to this post, and then also provide the link to me in the comments section. I will then link your contribution back to your post, in the compilation of responses.
4. It would be great if you felt able to include the country the events took place in – I won’t enforce this but I think it provides a significant context for other readers. As an example look at the compilation for “School at Seven”
5. I will aim to compile responses and share them via another post before the next challenge is issued.
A few rules:
- If you need or want to be anonymous that’s fine – When you post a comment just put ‘Anon’ or a nickname in the name field. It does ask for an email address as part of spam filtering but only I will see it.
- Please keep others anonymous to protect their privacy and dignity – change names or use initials etc.
- If you’ve got an axe to grind, please do it somewhere else.
- If you stumble across this after the deadline, do feel free to contribute and include your blog link in the comments section of the compilation, so others can read it.
June 5, 2014 at 6:43 pm
http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/2014/06/02/memoir-mondays-a-blog-hop-for-non-fiction/
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June 5, 2014 at 6:02 pm
Here you go….thanks for waiting! http://wantonwordflirt.com/2014/06/05/once-in-a-lifetime/
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June 5, 2014 at 6:58 pm
Glad I waited. Thanks Suzanne – I love your input!
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June 5, 2014 at 5:28 pm
Having computer / internet issues….I will be posting, I am just late….coming shortly!
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June 5, 2014 at 5:47 pm
Hurray Canada ! Will wait for you xx
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June 5, 2014 at 11:33 am
Hi Lisa..trying again with my comment, still having problems. Hope your week is going well! I’m squeezing in again, not so late as last week though I hope. Excuse the blurb at the beginning of the post but hope you enjoy my ‘camping’ entry. Looking forward to reading the others and thanks again… Sherri x
http://sherrimatthewsblog.com/2014/06/05/bite-size-memoir-number-5-camping/
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June 5, 2014 at 11:53 am
I’m having problems with comments myself. I posted one on another blog yesterday that definitely ‘posted’ but checking back this morning for a reply – I wanted some advice – it had gone. Grrr!
Meanwhile, thank you again for fitting in this lovely piece with photos on Camping. 150 words gets harder the more you read of others, doesn’t it! Lots of stuff now flooding back for me that I feel I’ve missed an opportunity to include Lxx
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June 4, 2014 at 8:43 pm
I remember having the only tent in the summer sailing school that hadn’t been flooded
I remember Mum gutting 150 Mackerel in a caravan in Cornwall
I remember discovering that for 3 weeks on a campsite in France, Dad had been washing in the ladies
I remember that clogs don’t get soggy with dew when you pop out of your tent for a pee in the night
I remember Alison from Sheffield
I remember playing monopoly for hours in the awning as the rain lashed down
I remember freezing in a tent in Llangorse – with Mark Edbrook who is no longer with us.
I remember flying to Southampton and turning up to a pitched tent – thanks love
I remember trying to remember how the tent went up last year (and how on earth it goes back into that little bag!)
I remember sleeping in all my clothes and my hat – in the summer!
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June 4, 2014 at 8:51 pm
Thanks Simon! And was it Southampton where that poor woman was left selling her stuff off when her (soon-to-be-ex) husband abandoned her and their kids but took the car?!
We still have her gas tank
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June 3, 2014 at 4:53 am
Lisa, I’m addicted to these short writing challenges! I have now created a special page on my site just for having fun with words.
Thanks for the inspiration!
Here’s my camping tale: http://thisgirlclimbstrees.weebly.com/extra-fun-bits-with-words.html#/
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June 3, 2014 at 12:36 am
Seems we had an exchange of sorts today! I love camping, though my husband claims I bring everything and the kitchen sink. Of course! I’m the camp cook! Here’s my memory: http://carrotranch.com/2014/06/02/bite-size-memoir-no-5/.
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June 3, 2014 at 9:58 am
I’m learning things I never knew and having a dump at Charli’s camp site might even be welcome.. The ‘English’ Language across the continents!!
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June 2, 2014 at 10:30 pm
Fun! Even in the states we camp in the rain. I like the rhythms of your I Remember statements that flow like poetic raindrops.
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June 3, 2014 at 9:49 am
Thanks Charli – it could work up well into a sonnet if only there were time !
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June 2, 2014 at 3:15 pm
Here you go; this week’s memories were quite a surprise https://geofflepard.wordpress.com/2014/06/02/camping-it-up/
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June 2, 2014 at 9:02 am
Great photos Tracey and Irene – Irene in Aus under a bit of loosely arranged hessian – those of us in Europe all nylon and plastic! That yellow frame tent must have been a bargain!!
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May 31, 2014 at 12:36 pm
I loved this prompt! Here’s my snippet: http://traceyscotttownsend.com/2014/05/31/bitesize-memoir-no-5-camping/
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May 31, 2014 at 11:39 am
My camping memory:
No Sleep ‘Till Glasto.
When sleep would be the ideal bridge between discomfort and being able to do something about it, it never comes. Loosely attached, the fabric overhead flapped in sympathy with our presence; here and now, insubstantial but clear as the night air. Oh for this acuity months ago when the accusing exam papers merely elicited dozy resentment as years of building through acronyms for our Futures culminating in a crescendo of As. The “Level” bit always seemed more aspiration than solid state. In truth, We were as badly-perfect pitched as our tent.
Liz and I were ignoring life for a last summer at our first festival. Best mates, feeling our instincts and intellects meld, we gave in to innocence trusting its authenticity.
We got up.
Dressed for days, we had always been ready for shabbiness. We expected beauty.
The tent collapsed behind us. We fell over laughing.
Olwen Hughes
Wales
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June 2, 2014 at 8:35 am
Hey Olwen – Thank you for finding my blog – I love that phrase “ignoring life for a last summer” – A lovely reminder of carefree days and good times. Thank you, Lisa x
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May 31, 2014 at 4:15 am
Oh my, I think I was born camping. Many memories to choose from this week, I shall need to think on this one a bit ( but not from lack of potential stories). 😉
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May 31, 2014 at 12:22 am
Oh dear! Not only did I not take part in Sports Day, but I also didn’t go camping! I’m beginning to realise I must have missed out on things other families/people did! Anyway, I’ll be reading your posts enviously… by the way…I still haven’t been camping 😦
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June 2, 2014 at 8:29 am
You must have also escaped those school hiking trips as well then! Third time lucky next week – thinking cap on!
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June 2, 2014 at 9:52 am
Outings yes, but either day trips or hostels overnight. I’ve honestly never been camping. I did sleep out in the open once…but no tent…..:-) I don’t think that counts…
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June 3, 2014 at 4:10 pm
Same with me! Sports one…nope. This one…eh. I’ve been camping a few times but it was certainly not a part of my childhood. Does putting up a tent in your backyard count? Or, you know, your basement? 😉
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June 3, 2014 at 6:50 pm
Of course – if it counts for you! But if there’s not much there when you think about it.. hmmm
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May 30, 2014 at 10:35 pm
Those frame tents were so elaborate, weren’t they? We had curtains at the plastic windows, and I think we may have had a carpet too or at least a rug.
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May 30, 2014 at 6:48 pm
Meeting some wet campers at the weekend – in Derbyshire – reminded me of a friend’s son who, when he was very small, thought rain was the trigger for going camping. Your carpet sounds a quirky luxury; I wonder what luxuries others used to take with them?
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June 2, 2014 at 10:01 pm
A Happy Camper ? Thanks for making all these connections – fancy some editing over here – I could use your brain !
http://annegoodwin.weebly.com/annecdotal/on-versatility-awards-a-womans-place-and-camping
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