I can't imagine 'no more camping'... I'm 54 and I've been camping since I was a young lad... before they had groundsheets. I'm camping as I type... ok... it's south of Perpignan... but I love it. I must admit, I'm a bit of a tent whore, I've four tents... two with me just now, a Vango Tempest 300, just for me, and a Vango Omega 350 for when the youngest is with me. It wasn't that long ago that the Tempest was enough for me AND the two younger ones... now I need the Omega just for two of us, and she's only twelve. I've also a Vango Ultralight, weighs about 900 gms, for backpacking up in the northwest of Scotland, and some cheap 2 man tent that the elder two can use when they want.
I love the freedom of camping... it's not like having a caravan, where you need to prebook sites, and plan things... oh no... with a tent in the boot, getting lost is the best part, discovering some wonderful places you'd never otherwise see.
I love the independence it gives you, the cooking outdoors, the views you discover, the wildlife, the sounds at night, the sound of rain on canvas, the wind moving the canvas. I like picking the ground for the tent, the direction it needs to face, I like repairing broken pole sections.
I bloody well detest cheap fucking alloy pegs.