Our Campervan at Durness, North West Scotland
Sometime in the summer of 2007 Michele and I went camping for a couple of nights near Aberdaron, North Wales. We'd pitched our tent on the far side of an open field. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and there were very few tents in the field. Perfect.
Then they arrived. On the opposite side of the field. A large group of people. Several families I think. Rowdy. And a beer tent. We braced ouselves for a noisy night and Michele prepared herself for a night sleeping in the car. Anything to avoid another bad night camping.
As luck would have it, just as they were getting going, the heavy downpour started. We couldn't hear anything other than the rain lashing down on the tent. A narrow escape.
