Glastonbury gales

A severe weather warning has been issued for the South West of England. I only tell you this, not because I expect you to commiserate, but because it’s this weekend that we’ve arranged to go camping.

It’s inevitable really, what with Glastonbury being this weekend an’ all, that we should be blessed with the right weather for ducks, but patently the wrong weather for a family of fair weather campers.

Actually I tell a lie. It’s a family of two fair weather campers and two over-excited “Oh it’s this weekend we’re going camping, I don’t care about the weather” campers.
I’m sure you can work out which is who.

It’s the annual TVH3 family camping weekend, and we’ve paid up front and personal. So we’re going, come rain (a dead cert) or shine (a vain hope).

Last year was great. Sunshine, a bit of cloud, lots of kids playing football in the middle of thirty or so tents, plus a massive communal BBQ and fireworks on Saturday night.

We got into trouble with the campsite owners for the fireworks, so I doubt there’ll be any this year. But still, we were hoping for a similar experience.

The outlook for tomorrow though, when Mike and I are going to nip up the A38 to pitch the tent unencumbered by two small people, reads something like this –

Unsettled. Further rain or showers, with some localised torrential downpours possible, but also with some bright or sunny spells in between.

I’m hoping they doth protest too much, following the embarrassing under-forecasting by Mr Fish in 1987. But we may get very wet.

Still, we’ve told the kids we’re going, Ben has already turned the house upside down looking for his precious, but temporarily lost, Swiss army knife, so we’re going to have to give it one night at least, before bailing out and heading back down the A38.

The only thing that’s keeping me on track, is knowing that we’re just up the road and can de-camp any time we’ve had enough… as long as the children have had enough too.

And what chance is there of that, when there are tents, torches, sleeping bags, other feral children and a swimming pool involved?