Dreich

Camping is no fun in torrential rain, especially when you wake up with damp feet. Luckily, Fred's dad's caravan was parked within hopping distance. We scampered in there and dug down for the day with Pringles and biscuits and tea. The JRs had to be patient for there was no way we were going for a walk.

Fred and I caught the train back to London after a pub lunch. It's been a fab weekend, but I'm sorry it rained on this last day. At least it was only one rainy camping night, though.