Caravan Stories

I nod across the campsite at the couple who have recently arrived and are hurriedly unfurling their trailer tent in the long rays of the approaching Bavarian sunset. My wife sips her G&T and regards them over her glasses. Bats away a persistent fly. “Nahh, too straight-laced. Look at their dynamic.” She's right in a way. There's friction in their actions, brisk and clipped and efficient. I sip my beer, condensation long g...

I took my trailer caravan to a campsite in France. The day after I arrived an English married couple arrived riding bicycles. They introduced themselves as as Ted and Muriel. I told them I was Peter. From their packs they took a small tent, which I think is called a "bivvy" and erected it. That night the heavens opened and the rain was so heavy that the noise on the roof of my van woke me up. After a while there was a ban...

This is my first post, so constructive criticism is welcome. This is based on the true story of one of my first sexual experiences. When I was 17 in my summer holidays, a big group of us decided to go camping. There were five guys and four girls, but I was the youngest of the bunch, with the rest being around 20. The nine of us piled into two cars with a load of camping gear, and set off on our road trip. When we pulled u...