No Rain No Gain (Sunday)

Sleeping in a tent when it's pouring with rain, definitely has to be one of my favourite things. Snuggled up in your sleeping bag as the rain batters down, with only a thin sheet of fabric to protect you and your possessions from a drenching. You can get close to the feeling, sitting in your favourite armchair, with a thunderstorm raging outside and watching the rain bounce off the window, but nothing quite beats the intensity and excitement of sitting out a rain storm in a tent - especially when you don't need to get up or go out for a while.

This was how I found myself this morning - my hangover being gently massaged by the sound of the rain on nylon and allowing me those extra few hours sleep. This is definitely preferable to being sweated out by the intense heat at seven in morning, as the dark tent material absorbs every ray and boils away all the oxygen. The night before had been one of those relentless drinking sessions, where as soon as you think there can't possibly be any more alcohol to hand, someone will whip out a bottle of creme de menthe and suggest we make alcoholic peppermint tea - so the rain was a welcome visitor. I'm sure it hindered the busy-body locals who seemed to delight in telling us that the camp site wasn't open yet and we should move.

The rest of the day was spent enjoying a long cooked breakfast - which we reached by rowing boat - saying our farewells and slowly driving the four hour trip home.