When I first heard about the Big Wild Sleepout I was determined to pitch a tent in central London. All enquiries led pretty much to the same response: “you can’t camp here. Local by-laws prohibit camping here!”
 
As it happened, the Sleepout weekend clashed with a rare opportunity to visit relatives in America, so camping plans were revised. I wanted to make it an occasion my children would remember, so booked a pitch in Yellowstone National Park.
 
Geothermal activity makes for an interesting environment in Yellowstone.
All the blurb said it was hot by day and cold at night, it being some 7,000 plus feet above sea level. No problem.
 
On arrival in the States, we borrowed a couple of small tents and sleeping bags and were ready for the fun to begin. All my sanity and wits vanished as Gogol Bordello’s Eugene Hütz sang.
 
The campsite was deep in a forest. It was clean and well equipped with great showers and generous supplies of hot coffee. On the downside, you weren’t allowed any food or drink, not even water, in your tent in case it attracted bears.
 
Our 'Vintage' two-man tent was dwarfed by surrounding US tents.
One of the many guide books we read comfortingly suggested that in the event a bear did come snuffling round your tent, simply scare them off by making some noise, perhaps loudly singing a tune from one of the big musicals such as Mary Poppins. Comforting advice I thought.
I saw no bears, but there were plenty of bison.
They’d said it got cold, but after the first night, as my partner and I shivered bleary eyed from our tent in thin clothes as the sun rose, we noticed other campers wore wooly hats, thermal clothes, gloves and puffer jackets. It was at this point that I regretted an assertion than towels would be ample for sleeping on.
There were golden eagles, ospreys and very cute wildlife too.
The second night, we wore almost all of our clothes. The ground was no softer and come 4 am I heard a strange noise outside the tent. At first I couldn’t make it out, then clarity hit. Someone with the same guidebook as us had been spooked and was trying valiantly to hum ‘Feed the Birds’. It was such a feeble attempt I felt safe in the knowledge that if there was a bear, the humming camper would be first on its menu.
 
It was a memorable camping experience. We did see amazing things. None of us will ever forget it and we have vowed to go camping again; this time with sleeping mats, arctic tog sleeping bags and simple comforts such as lights, cooking stuff and pillows, definitely pillows.