My good friend D convinced me to go camping with her this weekend. I arrived home from work on Friday, dusted down the camping gear (that has not been used since I was pregnant with Lola) and loaded the car.
Saturday morning arrives and with it comes buckets full of rain - I mean Buckets full!!
Do we cancel? No, D convinced me it would be clear by the afternoon and the girls would love the freedom of running around the campsite. By 2.30pm the rain is still coming, so I grab the girls (and our welly boots) and off we go.
Thankfully, the rain stopped before we reached the campsite and we were able to pitch our tents and pop the kettle on. Lola and Dora swapped their welly boots for flip flops and enjoyed half an hour of chasing D's daughter - S - around the tents. Pure bliss........
....... and then the rain came. The welly boots were back on, the girls were wrapped up in waterproofs and we planned to go for a walk.........
Until Lola found the muddy puddles!
They soon shed the raincoats and hats - thankfully the welly boots remained!
We had an absolute blast, even when Dora fell in a huge puddle and was covered from head to toe, even when Lola stripped to her knickers and welly boots - looking like she had just left Glastonbury!
Oh, and our tent didn't leak one bit!!
