Swingball: The Sport of Kings, Campers and Mild Family Rivalry
A brutally honest (and slightly heroic) review of Britain’s most ferocious garden game

Let’s talk about Swingball. You know, that humble spiral-on-a-stick contraption found beside every respectable tent, beach hut and caravan since approximately 1973. Often dismissed as a child’s plaything or something you “just bring for a laugh,” Swingball is, in fact, a gladiatorial battle of reflexes, rage, and family glory.
First Impressions
Set-up time? About seven minutes.
Time until someone takes it way too seriously? Roughly 12 seconds.
Swingball arrives in its iconic yellow suitcase/base—a beacon of nostalgia and repressed childhood arguments. Assembly is straightforward enough for even the most dehydrated camper, with rods that screw together and a ball on a string that whispers: “You thought this would be fun. It will not be fun.”
On the Campsite Battlefield
Here’s what happens: someone says “Fancy a game?” Then, like a sitcom montage, adults, teens, and hyper-competitive uncles form a line, each convinced they’ve still got it.
The rally starts light. Playful. Jovial.
Then someone lands a smash. The pole wobbles. The string wraps. Tension rises.
What follows is a blur of shrieking, diving, bare feet skidding across grass, and shouts of “YOU’RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!” punctuated by that unmistakable thwack-thwack-thwack of destiny.
Gameplay:
Pros:
Requires zero skill to start.
Requires extreme skill to win.
Portable, durable, and doubles as a makeshift boundary marker.
Cons:
One child will always cry.
The string will tangle.
Someone will definitely whack themselves with the bat.
The Final Verdict:
Swingball is the great leveller.
It does not care about your age, fitness level, or dignity. It will humble you. It will enrage you. And yet, you’ll keep coming back. Because no true camping trip is complete without the clack of plastic paddle against tennis ball, echoing through the crisp morning air like a siren song of summer.
Rating: 9/10
Would play again. Would feud over the rules again. Would absolutely storm off again.
Pro Tip: For maximum enjoyment, introduce a family trophy. Name it “The Swingball Cup.” Make it a thing. Pass it down for generations. Let the drama live on.


