Spent the weekend camping in Suffolk, at the ninth international Kite Festival at Rougham Airfield. Kite flying is a hobby of mine and my girlfriends.
Anyway. We set up nicely, we have an enormous dome tent in which I can stand up and I'm 6'5". Here is it next to the car for a sense of scale.
When we set up, on Friday evening, all was calm. That night, we woke at 2ish in the morning to howling wind, pelting rain and a tent which had started to behave like the kites we had come to play with. After getting intermittent sleep, we awoke to find the tent somewhat limp and feeble looking. I re-tensioned the guys, repegged, and for a while all was golden.
However, during the course of the day the wind returned, and we found our tent once more bedraggled, and worse; having a slight rip. This was not good.
With no signs of the wind subsiding, and with neither of us prepared to wake up in the night and venture out into the rain to rebuild, we decided to abandon ship. Everything was ejected out of the tent, and we decided to make home for the next 30 hours in the car.
And this is what it looked like this morning.
So, a good weekend. I have aired out the car and removed most traces of the smell of frying, morning breath and Red Wine, but will doubtless keep finding souvenirs in my interior for a while.
I will finish with a few gratuitous shots I took which should have been of kites.
Anyway. We set up nicely, we have an enormous dome tent in which I can stand up and I'm 6'5". Here is it next to the car for a sense of scale.
When we set up, on Friday evening, all was calm. That night, we woke at 2ish in the morning to howling wind, pelting rain and a tent which had started to behave like the kites we had come to play with. After getting intermittent sleep, we awoke to find the tent somewhat limp and feeble looking. I re-tensioned the guys, repegged, and for a while all was golden.
However, during the course of the day the wind returned, and we found our tent once more bedraggled, and worse; having a slight rip. This was not good.
With no signs of the wind subsiding, and with neither of us prepared to wake up in the night and venture out into the rain to rebuild, we decided to abandon ship. Everything was ejected out of the tent, and we decided to make home for the next 30 hours in the car.
And this is what it looked like this morning.
So, a good weekend. I have aired out the car and removed most traces of the smell of frying, morning breath and Red Wine, but will doubtless keep finding souvenirs in my interior for a while.
I will finish with a few gratuitous shots I took which should have been of kites.
