Tent Envy

I love my tent, I really do, but there were three of these lovely bell tents this weekend, and I have a touch of tent envy.

We woke up this morning and it was raining. For a good while I was happy to lie in bed and listen to the rain on the tent, but eventually we had to get up and out. It hasn't stopped raining since, and we bid a hasty retreat up the hill to Lou and Neil's house where we watched Dr Who from Saturday night and had a bit of lunch. Now home, and the house smells of woodsmoke and damp canvas. A really perfect weekend, just what I needed to finish off the summer.