I’m back from camping, although not yet back at home - writing from my parents’ house in Norfolk, and still rather muddy after a very mixed week under canvas. We ran the complete weather gamut, from glorious sunshine, through clouds, showers and sunny spells, to torrential thunderstorms and storm-force winds. The tent was seriously tested and stood up pretty well, springing only minor leaks around the zips and staying firmly on the ground despite everything the British summer could throw at it.
We did beach days, walks, barbecues and day trips, and T got to indulge his passion for board- and cardgames with a willing (and sometimes captive) audience of six children. No major disasters, only one argument, and my in-laws decided not to crash the party at the end of the week, despite threatening to turn up and muscle in. There was much rejoicing (by me, in secret).
Things I’ve learned this week:
- I don’t like queuing for a cold shower.
- I’m not really a beach person.
- I’m slightly scared of crabs.
- I’m good at putting tents up in a high wind.
- I’m not good at taking tents down in torrential rain.
Home to the Midlands on Thursday, or whenever my parents get fed up of me hogging the washing machine and kick us out. More then.
