The first day and a half were camping perfection – blue skies, a slight breeze, plenty of cold beer and bbq’s galore. There was even a country fair with wood chopping and carni rides to top off the holiday experience. It was somewhere close to midnight when the rain began, slowly at first and then continuing for hours into a thunderous roar. It was only when I reached the across the tent and felt a puddle of water did a realise that perhaps it's wise to sometimes listen to the weather report.
Rather than risk another wet night we packed up early and headed home, stopping in Berry on the way for some amazing food and a bit of shopping. Later that night, to continue in the holiday spirit, we drank champagne and cooked up a seafood feast- the perfect, drizzly end to a wet and wonderful weekend away.
p.s - these pics are my first attempt at keeping my camera on manual - eek!