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Could You Live in a 12' x 12' Cabin With No Water or Electricity?

No way man !

I lived in one double that size for four years and was very happy to move to where I am now.

12' x 12', with a sleeping loft! That's a mansion! My entire home is only 12' x 6'. I tried sleeping in the house for a few nights when my home was in the garage, but was back in the van ASAP.

I'd move out of my van if I had this though

I lived for three years in a two man ridge tent so to me a 12x12 cabin would be like a mansion .
Before that I used to go camping with just a plastic sheet and sometimes a sleeping bag sometimes not, a tents pretty fancy really

Delightful story, I could definately have some of that. Camping is about the nearest we get.
As to living in that size of home, how about the old traditional narrow boats, their cabins were 7ft by about 10ft ish with hot stove and loads of kids! come to think of it I know I couldn't cope, far too untidy.

jonny2mad wrote:I lived for three years in a two man ridge tent so to me a 12x12 cabin would be like a mansion .
Before that I used to go camping with just a plastic sheet and sometimes a sleeping bag sometimes not, a tents pretty fancy really

You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.

RogueMale wrote:

jonny2mad wrote:I lived for three years in a two man ridge tent so to me a 12x12 cabin would be like a mansion .
Before that I used to go camping with just a plastic sheet and sometimes a sleeping bag sometimes not, a tents pretty fancy really

You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.

The full Monty!

My grandfather, Major W. F. Vernon, lived for several years in a smaller wooden hut in a field at the Royal Aircraft Establishment, Farnborough in the 1930s. He was a senior aircraft designer.

Jonny where did you put this tent? Or did you walk round for three years with a tent on your back?

I lived in a tent for a while as well.. only about 6 months but it was actually really nice at the time (not through winter though)

Biggest problem I can see with living in a tent or whatever is where to put it without someone eventually turfing you out of it.. I'd quite happily live in a shed if there was somewhere I could knock one up without anyone kicking up a fuss. I do have quite low standards though!

We lived in a tent (well a plastic tarp) for 4 months while we built our cabin.

It was bloody awful - far too hot during the day and humid at night. We had to keep our candelabra outside in the shade during the day because the candles bent over in the heat !

I saw this programme about a boy scout who was doing some sort of boy scout how long can you live in a tent thing, and at the time I used to like camping so I used to travel about with a tent doing various things when I came home Id put the tent up in the garden and just avoided being in a house .

Anyway this worked fine and people were used to the fact I liked living in a tent, I slept in it in summer and winter snow and rain, then one November these cats played between the flysheet and the inner and I didn't notice they had made these little holes, a storm started it rained hard and I woke up in a sewn in ground sheet full of ice water.

I got really ill and gave up, since then Ive spent lots of time traveling about living in a tent but now I'm far more cat aware

Don't get me started about cats.

RenewableCandy wrote:Don't get me started about cats.

Or me. They dig up my garden, disturbing my onions, and leave a present that I don't fancy eating .

JohnB wrote:

RenewableCandy wrote:Don't get me started about cats.

Or me. They dig up my garden, disturbing my onions, and leave a present that I don't fancy eating .

tell me about it!

My new neighbour has a cat that took a liking to the finely tilled soil in my raised beds.

I have a jack russell on cat duty now tho - I doubt it will dare come back in the garden.