Normally at camp I go
fishing when I wake at silly o'clock. But with no pond on site this
hadn't happened so far this weekend. The Rear Admiral had suggested
that he set his alarm for 5am and that we got a couple of hours
fishing in. I was game, and was dressed and standing waiting outside
his tent when his alarm went off.
We were at the pond and
fishing by 5.15am. We stayed for a couple of hours; catching a dozen
between us. But the fishing was slow, and it was a cold morning so we
went back to camp. Me to generally start packing away my own gear,
the Rear Admiral to his bed.
One of the disadvantages
of camping at organised events and festivals is that there are
deadlines for getting off of the camping fields. At such a festival
we would expect to be packed away and driving off of the field by
11am. Being on "home ground" we had no such urgency
and were still cooking brekkie at 11am this morning. and as the rain
started we realised another advantage of camping on our own turf - we
can leave wet tents up indefinitely. There is no need to take wet
canvas home to try to dry it later.
With the cars packed we
set off home. Or tried to set off home. My car wouldn't start. I
felt sick with worry; it's been a good car over the years. But a
jump start did wonders. The consensus of opinion was that not having
started the engine since Thursday and having been in and out of the
car for all sorts of things, the internal lights had been on far too
much and the battery had gone flat. I was reliably informed that the
drive home would charge the battery.
I got home. Let's hope
the car starts tomorrow.
In the meantime I'm
missing the cows's constant moo-ing. There's photos of the weekend's
camp here
and here
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