A chilly September morning here, and only three weeks ago I was waking to this peaceful dawn in East Prawle, Devon. Breakfast of tea with condensed milk, and Trangia toast. Happy days.
The weather got very wet and blowy, though, and a few people cut and run, some abandoning their tents by the rubbish bins. So they missed the fun when the sun came out and the wind freshened even more... here we are wrestling a tent to the ground to prevent it relocating to Dartmoor, all rather like those chaps you used to get up the masts on windjammers, fighting the sails as they rounded Cape Horn...
The wind didn't stop us swimming, in Bob's Creek, where the swell caused the water to rise and fall quite impressively but the worst of the waves stayed outside.
Katie engaged in some Extreme Reading, having got to an exciting bit in Clockwork Orange
Back at the field we found that our tent had blown down; the end pieces had broken off the ridge pole, and it had collaped, ripping the flysheet as it went. Fortunately, I had my Phoenix Phreak 'serious weather' tent in the car, so we were OK.
(Some more Prawle pics here )
I've now finished the tent repairs, and put it away in the attic for the next time. 25 years old and still going strong!