Carry on camping

So another annual camping weekend comes to an end.  And of course it rained.

And rained.

Jamie minded least of all, being an increasing fan of the water.

On top as well as in.

Charlotte, meanwhile, preferred being undercover for some racy chat.

To be fair, there were dry moments - even enabling a fire to be lit last night in time for pudding.

Fish and chips came first.

From the local chippy, of course.  Saves on washing up - and charcoal.

And then it was time for bed.

(I'm hoping that Charlotte's hand gesture was nothing more than an unfortunate accident).

Then before we knew it, Sunday morning arrived and our tent was back in the car.

Dreams or nightmares?

It's very difficult to tell.