Bank Holiday Family Meet


The last tent to arrive is put up in laps of drizzle, next to the old fashioned frame tent, facing the giant ex-display bargain. The last tent is a modest dome, suitable for short stay camping. But not, it turns out, as waterproof as it should be. Rain is sieved by the flysheet: the big tent has the same problem. Ad hoc towels soak up the worst of it. There's a moment that will be familiar to most damp campers, where everyone considers giving up. Once the indoor picnic is spread; oh my heavens, it goes on for miles; that moment is consigned. It's not so cold, after all, once we've found some dry socks and this fine dining. It's only one night, after all. What's a little rain on your olives? We will eat and talk; I'm on Chapter Ten, I can tell them; and Little Grandson will stay up late playing Uno, looking sooo casual in his dinosaur onesie. He loves his cousins and his baby brother: but they are rubbish at card games thus far.
The morning is made for drying tents. Wind blows, sun shines, everyone is tired, relieved, rewarded for persevering with the feast. Jobs get done, one by one, until the children and the dogs are close to sleep and the cars shoe-horn packed.






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Anonymous said…
Looks like a great time despite the initial wetness.
27 May 2014 at 02:49
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