We had all seen the
weather forecasts. We knew today was not going to be a good day
weather-wise. I woke to the sound of rain on the tent in the middle
of the night, and lay awake listening to the rain for much of the
rest of the night. It was too wet to go fishing, so I didn't bother.
I had a bit of a lie-in, as did everyone else. It was gone ten
o'clock before brekkie was done.
We got washed up, and
shopping missions were dispatched. With a restless dog and the rain
slackening off to a medium monsoon I thought I'd take "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. I needed to get a
cache for the day anyway. I got the cache just as the rain started.
By the time I was back at camp I was rather damp. As was "Furry
Face TM".
Lunch was announced, and
with little else to do we declared Emergency Plan "B". As
emergency plans go, "B" is my favourite, involving (as
it does) copious amounts of beer.
Steve and Sarah arrived
to visit for the afternoon and evening. It was really good to see
them, it was just a shame that the weather was against us. We spent
much of the day tipping rain water from where it was pooling in the
tent. Mind you, we did have sweeties and cake. And beer.
The evening meal was
good. We'd not had stew with dumplings at camp before. I think we
should have it again. But next time we should stir the stew. The
washing up took some serious elbow grease this evening. And having
worn myself out doing the washing up we had a beer or three more and
just the tiniest soupçon of port. Hic...
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