When I was a lad we took a family camping holiday to Marloes in Pembrokeshire. It was a distinctly old-school type of camping with a huge, heavy bright orange canvas tent that my Dad stowed in the ominously named “coffin”, a wooden box of his own construction, in the boot. We had a loo tent
 
					 
                            
                         
                            
                         
                            
                         
                            
                         
                            
                         
                            
                         
                            
                         
                            
                         
                            
                         
                            
                        
