We drove across the country wipers working overtime, torrential rain occasionally pausing to give a glimpse of lighter clouds but nary a speck of blue in the sky.
It's interesting putting up a tent in the rain. Especially a tent you've only ever put up once before, and that with the help of a couple of dozen willing helpers. Still, for future reference, I'd like to mention that it is entirely possible to pitch a giantly humongous Mayon Vario 6 single-handed, if
Tent pitched, we
I wish I could have photographed the delicious little girls sharing the pool with the girls; aged about three, she solemly took a large paintbrush, stripped off her shoes and socks and proceeded to paint her legs up to her thighs, coating them evenly with a thick layer of foam, before doing the same to her arms. The concentration on her face was absolutely beautiful. And we only laughed a little bit when she stood up and promptly skated down the groundsheet and into a pillar...
I have skipped ahead. This morning I think these little creatures were mocking usWe did manage just a few minutes of this after tea though, although there's a gentle pitter patter overhead again now.
A very late night last night, so Little Fish is currently snuggled up in bed and I am sitting here in an apparently empty field, with praise and worship music from the different evening celebrations are echoing across the empty tents. A thousand tongues to sing my great redeemer's praise.Tia
*For the non-uk readers - this is Stone Henge. I do think it's cool we can be driving along merrily from one not particularly special part of the country to another and suddenly come across things like this. Oh, and I didn't take the on the move pics, that was C's job!