All my life I had never been camping, not even in the garden at home. I did not know what to expect. My first idea of camping was getting drenched in a tent overnight and walking up feeling unpleasant and wet, and having very small meals. But I was wrong. On Friday afternoon my dad and I travelled down from Eccleston to Pandy and after a pleasant journey we finally reached the camp-site at about 3 p.m. The site was about a mile up a no-through road, next to the River Teirw. We were the first there, so we pitched our tent next to a small embankment covered in ferns.