It involved Brodick on the Isle of Arran and a tent in a soggy marsh - enough said.
But this time it was going to be different, after all it was going to be in a motorhome.
My wife pointed out the inevitable truth: that we were about to spend a long time together in a very confined small metal box with our 18-month-old baby who, now that's she's up on her feet, finds even a four-bedroom house restrictive.
"But think of the freedom, the adventure, the escapism," I argued.
And the South of Devon, the English Riviera, beckoned - and 452 miles later we arrived.
Our vehicle was a Swift Escape 696 and, surprisingly, it was a piece of cake to drive due to huge mirrors, which give you a superb guide of how you are manoeuvring.
Powering the front is a Fiat Ducato 2.5 TD and as I clambered up into the exceedingly comfortable captain style chairs, I knew I would love driving our new home the length of the country.
On board the equipment did not disappoint. It came complete with a full-size gas oven and hob, a fridge and, if the weather lets you down, there is an LCD satellite TV to keep you occupied.
The Escape is a seven-metre van with twin bunk beds at the rear end.
It's also got a spacious double lounge bed which is easily made up if you lower the dining table and bolt it securely to the floor.
This area was easily big enough to accommodate the two of us, plus the wee one and with plenty of extra stretch room.
The large washroom is handy, as are the storage spaces under the dinette seats, which were ideal for hiding away all the baby's accoutrements.
My favourite bit was the double bed over the cab, which you clamber up to via a very sturdy removable ladder.
The headroom was a bit tight but it had a handy reading light to catch up on my Kindle at night.
It also had a small window which really helped to make the space seem lighter and airier.
The journey from Glasgow to Devon turned out to be a breeze in the end.
The campsite was just 10 miles from the motorway and we rolled in at about 4pm. We actually had a choice of about six huge fields but settled for a position at the top of the site, giving us a splendid view of the surrounding countryside.
Hooking up was a doodle, just as simple as plugging in a kettle.
With the water and heating already on board and the handbrake on, it was time to relax.
Over the next couple of days we woke up at dawn every morning, pulled up the blinds and watched the morning sun hoist its way up Devon's rolling hillsides. Camping has never felt this good.