On Monday afternoon we had a pleasant BBQ with Sam’s immediate family. The sun shone, and we chatted well into the evening. Luckily for us the weather held, but as soon as the rellies went home and we had put all the chairs and tables away it started to rain…

And it came to pass that on Monday night it rained and rained, and then it rained some more, the like of which I’d never seen since old Leatherarse died. The rain was torrential, beating down on the roof of our caravan throughout the night. However, we stayed warm and dry, but the campers down on the field were not so lucky. We got chatting to one of them on our way to the beach the next morning, stepping over the river of gravel that had been washed down from a higher level onto the field and the tarmac road.

One poor sod had a rude awakening at 3am. For a split second he thought the sound he could hear was a car driving over the stony part of the field. Wrong! Gravel from the car park had washed down to his tent, through his tent, and out the other side. When he unzipped the tent he could see the front tyres of his car had sunk deep down into mud, with the rising of the water table. When we spoke to him he was still cheerful, but waiting for his car to be towed out.

Today all the rellies will arrive around 3pm. Some flooding can still be seen around the site. So far the sun is shining, and there will be 12 of us sitting outside. I just hope against hope that it doesn’t piss down and they all end up inside our van…

See you all again soon unless there is another deluge. x