This is not a million miles away from me but I'm unfortunately already away on that weekend (I was quick to book at take advantage of the extra day off).
There is YACF history on this campsite, from when it was much more basic. Charlotte's Zombocaplypse ride went here and the Pikes dressed up as zombies after dark and attacked us. It's now got much better facilities including a half decently-stocked shop. It was my first camp as an adult following a disaster of a DofE trip when I had a terrible time and vowed never to camp again. I shared a tent with Regulator because I had no tent of my own. Another forummer along for the camp (who had never met Regulator or presumably really read his posts) implied this was because we were having an affair. Ahem.
We cycled from Wellington Arch in central London after work on Friday. I had my flexy mixte frame loaded with far too much gear. On the way down White Down the back of the bike decided it wanted to overtake the front. Noises were made. Especially at the sharp bend.
At the bottom of White Down, Julian turned to me and said 'I had two thoughts going down that. One was: I think I'm going to shit myself. The other was: Laura is not going to like this.' Julian wasn't wrong (teh Julian is always right). The next day Regulator and I said sod the hills and went home from Ockley.
Have a lovely time all.