Regen, Regen, Geh Weg

The rain pounds the caravan roof on and off during the night and into the late morning.

During a brief spell where it’s just spitting I wander over to the huge toilet block. A very modern facilities block complete with free 5 minute dishwashers to use free of charge and you can book your own private bathroom within the block, no such extravagance for us.

Showered, I splash my way through the puddled paths back to our pitch, thankfully the grass is quite short and doesn’t seem to hold the water.

Watching the raindrops chase each other down the van window The Boss dons his wet weather cycling gear and heads off to meet the group as they ride out towards a mountain somewhere.

I settle myself with a brew, my crochet and my Bluetooth speaker banging out the tunes of my youth. The rain on the caravan roof is too loud to concentrate on my book, in fact it’s too loud to hear my music. I admit defeat and turn it off. What I’d give for WiFi and a bit of social media and my game for entertainment.

The rain slows down as the afternoon progresses, people appear with umbrellas and kids ride quickly through the puddles on their bikes with their legs up. Dogs get taken out for a quick wee, now it’s that stuff that wets you through. The wind is picking up now and is blowing all the wet stuff coming out of the sky into the canopy. I struggle with the elements trying to keep our chairs dry, despite my efforts they are wet already. How is it that April and May have been beautiful with no rain, we get to June and it’s so wet.

Towards tea time and a very wet and soggy cyclist returns, knackered but exhilarated. He peels his soggy Lycra off and throws it in a bin bag to be washed on a better drying day.

Normality resumes, although after two days of this weather I’m now getting a little stir crazy.