British style camping (like British style mountineering which involves hanging off temporary clips slotted in gaps in the rock instead of the precision bolted supports that other nations prefer) is designed to be a calvinist endurance attempt rather than enjoyable. The rules are that you must have a cramped tent, a sleeping bag that manages to be too sweaty whilst still too cold, a piss poor thin foam mattress that rolls up unless you lie on it dead centre and a bunsen burner with dehydrated steak and kidney pie cooked in a tin (unless you just eat beans and hot dogs out of a tin). You also have to forget one of the above or the tent pegs to round off the experience. Oh, and you need to camp in the pissing rain surrounded by midgies and ticks.