An Awfully Big Adventure

Well, we survived our Awfully Big Adventure with no need of our bow and arrows: the natives seemed friendly enough.

There were a few loudish words as we wrestled with the tent pitching, but I think you'll agree that in the end, a saved marriage is better than an absolutely perfectly pitched tent.

Our supper was Fish and Chips at North Berwick, and our hot cup of tea back at the tent was replaced by cold water when we couldn't get the stove to work.
We  turned  in early and sleep away the next 9 hours, only broken once by that all too familiar zzziip sound as HL made his getaway to the toilet block.

An early morning cycle run in grey windy conditions was rewarded by breakfast in Merryhatton Garden Centre before we struck camp and headed back to the soft life in the Dower House.
We had a ball!

Notes to self:
a) Perhaps it's better to pitch the tent nearer to a play area than the road. Children go to bed earlier than cars.
 
b) Remember the sleeping configuration within the tent so that where necessary  the campers are lying with their heads higher than their feet rather than rolling side ways down a slope.

c) Remember into which corner holes the coloured poles go- it's not rocket science even if the whole shebang is flapping around like a wild thing in the wind.

d) If things get tense, leave it. The man with the mallet has the advantage.

e) Learn how to pull open the tent zip without waking the neighbourhood.

Edit: It was most remiss of me not to thank all the people who visited and commented on my red camera day yesterday. Although I always say I post blips for my own pleasure, I know I would have given up long ago had it not been for the kind comments received from you all.