A clifftop campsite in Crimdon Park, County Durham, England. 1946
Okay, it is 1946, everyone camping here, the men at least, just spent a lot of time in tents in north Africa, in Burma, on the plains of Lincolnshire, but this is the summer holidays, in England. The war is over. Wouldn't one think that anarchy would be a welcome release and tents were higgledy-piggledy? Clearly not.
The English once were a sociable people, not for them the extreme privacy of camping in a BC government or National Park campsite, all winding roads through the woods and deep seclusion on one's little clearing with picnic bench and firepit. Sometimes it would be nice – and feel safe – to be just one more tent in an array such as this one.
and gosh, look at all the army bell tents. One wonders if the release of army surplus after the war spurred on the development of mass camping and campsites. As a kid, our tent was a huge Hudson's Bay Company canvas tent with an extension: not army surplus, but so capacious. It smelled like summer.