By: Blonde Two
Pitching a tent on concrete might not seem like the most logical move ever but when a girl needs to camp, she needs to camp; even if she did dig up all the grass in her garden years ago. Mr B2 tells me that laying ones bivvy bag on a patch of concrete is far preferable, on a bike packing trip, than lying in a bog all night but, although I have bivvied in the snow on our gravel area (there was just about room for one), concrete tent pitching was a new one on me. Here’s how I got on…
Pitching a tent on concrete
- Choose a tent – with many options, I took some time over this but opted for my orange Vango Soul 300 for maximum happiness factor
- Find a level pitch – this was easy as the patio is possibly the only level space in the garden. However it is also approximately the same size as my chosen tent
- Protect the groundsheet – the patio needed sweeping anyway so I did that but to be extra safe I laid down an additional groundsheet
- Insert the poles – luckily only two poles but you try doing this sandwiched between a fence and two greenhouses!
- Secure the guy ropes – this reminded me of Swallows and Amazons (they used pockets with stones) and involved some concrete blocks, two random patches of soil and a tree
- Make your cosy nest – I continued the orange theme with my biggest air bed (Robens Rapturous 120) and of course added my beautiful (and much travelled) sleeping bag Big Orange (Mountain Equipment Xero 350 Down)
I was a bit worried about being uncomfortable or chilly on the concrete but, as things turned out, I had a most marvellous night’s sleep and, thanks to the insulation from my air bed and my sleeping bag, I didn’t need the hat, socks, duvet, jumper or hot water bottle that I took out with me (well a girl can never be too careful).
It turns out that garden camping has much to recommend it. I had all the little luxuries of home I fancied, including enormous pillows, a flushing loo and a hot cup of tea in a china mug. However my absolutely favourite thing about my garden camp was my morning bird visitors. It turns out that a bright orange tent can make just as good a bird hide as a green one.
A place to relax
I haven’t packed the tent away yet. It is taking up lots of room in a not very big garden but it has become my peaceful place in which I can read, snooze or (more often) just watch my plants grow. My daughter has christened it the Tent of Tranquility, and to me, that is exactly what it is.