What a (wet) weekend

The weekend of camping was fun (if your definition of fun is sitting under a thin canvas sheet while the worst storm to hit Norfolk in years rages on outside)
The rain on Saturday evening was almost biblical. I kept expecting Noah’s Ark to come crashing through the front of the tent to cart us away to safety.
When we packed up yesterday there was so much water around I thought we were going to have to travel home by canoe.The tent we borrowed from Tom did at least keep us dry. It also gave us something to do for five hours on Friday night, because there are so many rods, poles, sheets, guide-ropes, groundsheets, flysheets, bed sheets, sub-compartments, room dividers and inflatable cushions that it could take you a fortnight just to put the pissing thing up. It’s a good tent to have if you and your partner don‘t like each other anymore, as you could both stay in it for a week without even seeing each other.
Having said all that, it was lovely to be away for a couple of days. The weather would have been awful at home as well, so at least we were ‘on holiday’ and treating it as an adventure, rather than sitting in my living room watching the rain pelt down against the window. We both spent a lot of time reading, and drank wine in the evenings while discussing what our house will look like when we eventually buy one.
And if you’ve never played ‘kiss chase’ in a family tent with only one other person while both drunk, then believe me you haven’t really lived.

RC 11-7-11