The Tent, the Bucket and Me Book

Some reviewers have suggested that some of the accounts of misfortune, disaster, sickness and battles with the elements are "made up", but we the happy campers of the 70s know it's all true.
The Tent The Bucket And Me is so evocative of every trial and tribulation we endured in pursuit of the perfect camping holiday. Driving wasn't so much of an ordeal in those days. The tent was strapped precariously to the top of the car. The primus stove and frying pan along with packets of Smash, corned beef, Vesta Chow Mein, the anoraks and the wellies stored in the boot, kids crammed in the back seat and we were off to a holiday of fresh air, sand, sea and sunshine. But as this book so hilariously illustrates, little, if anything went according to plan. In fact, as we all remember, anything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Ah happy memories of leaking tents, wet clothes, stinking loos, suppressed swearing so we could pretend to the people in the next tent we were veteran campers and having a wonderful time.
Emma Kennedy has written a book of nostalgia, gross memories involving sick, poo, force 8 gales, cold and rain...oh and of course the bucket. In spite of all the hardship we endured on our camping holidays the book stirs up memories of a wonderful childhood and the anticipation and excitement of sleeping in a tent and the next day feeling sand between our toes. And miraculously we survived to try it all again the following year.

Emma Kennedy's hilarious memoir of wet and windy family trips, NOW ADAPTED FOR THE MAJOR BBC ONE SERIES THE KENNEDYS. For the 70s child, summer holidays didn't mean the joy of CentreParcs or the sophistication of a Tuscan villa. They meant being crammed into a car with Grandma and heading to the coast. With just a tent for a home and a bucket for the necessities, we would set off on new adventures each year stoically resolving to enjoy ourselves. For Emma Kennedy, and her mum and dad, disaster always came along for the ride no matter where they went. Whether it was being swept away by a force ten gale on the Welsh coast or suffering copious amounts of food poisoning on a brave trip to the south of France, family holidays always left them battered and bruised.But they never gave up. Emma's memoir, The Tent, The Bucket and Me, is a painfully funny reminder of just what it was like to spend your summer holidays cold, damp but with sand between your toes.

For the Seventies child, summer holidays didn't mean the joy of CentreParcs or the sophistication of a Tuscan villa. They meant being crammed into a car with Grandma and heading to the coast. With just a tent for a home and a bucket for the necessities, we would set off on new adventures each year stoically resolving to enjoy ourselves. For Emma Kennedy, and her mum and dad, disaster always came along for the ride no matter where they went. Whether it was being swept away by a force ten gale on the Welsh coast or suffering copious amounts of food poisoning on a brave trip to the south of France, family holidays always left them battered and bruised. But they never gave up. Emma's memoir, The Tent, The Bucket and Me, is a painfully funny reminder of just what it was like to spend your summer holidays cold, damp but with sand between your toes.