Rain stopped play
Jun. 8th, 2009 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheIn an entirely literal, non-figurative, emphatic and explicit way, Rob got cold feet, and we had to come home.
We pitched our tent the Saturday night while Borth got over two months' rain in one night, and Rob's only pair of boots leaked. He was unable to sustain his usual chirpy and lovable demeanour, so the following morning we decamped to a B&B where we blew our entire week's holiday budget on hot baths and cooked breakfast, so we're back today. But that was good too.
The sun was shining as we left. We confidently expect Borth to hit record high temperatures this week, possibly making national and international headlines.
The reason for the bad weather? An All-Wales Annual Fishing Championships, Borth Beach, Sunday morning.
(I quite enjoyed bits of it, like putting the tent up in rain so heavy we couldn't see 20 yards away and wind so strong it took two of us to hold the tent down while we pegged it roughly so we could guy it down properly, and walking in the rain. Rob did not enjoy walking in the leaky boots rain with cold wet feet. Linnea and Emer loved splashing in puddles; that was when Rob found the torn patch on his waterproof trousers, too).
In conclusion: Rob needs to sit in a hot bath for about a month, to get his core temperature back up, and we all liked Borth as a place and would love to go back and camp again sometime we've checked Rob's wet weather gear for functionality first. Linnea thought it looked like Balamory and both girls want to sleep in their sleeping bags on self-inflating mattresses forever, and also to go for a swim in their rainsuits sometime.
Now we have a week together at home, so we're planning things, including a grandparental visit.
We pitched our tent the Saturday night while Borth got over two months' rain in one night, and Rob's only pair of boots leaked. He was unable to sustain his usual chirpy and lovable demeanour, so the following morning we decamped to a B&B where we blew our entire week's holiday budget on hot baths and cooked breakfast, so we're back today. But that was good too.
The sun was shining as we left. We confidently expect Borth to hit record high temperatures this week, possibly making national and international headlines.
The reason for the bad weather? An All-Wales Annual Fishing Championships, Borth Beach, Sunday morning.
(I quite enjoyed bits of it, like putting the tent up in rain so heavy we couldn't see 20 yards away and wind so strong it took two of us to hold the tent down while we pegged it roughly so we could guy it down properly, and walking in the rain. Rob did not enjoy walking in the leaky boots rain with cold wet feet. Linnea and Emer loved splashing in puddles; that was when Rob found the torn patch on his waterproof trousers, too).
In conclusion: Rob needs to sit in a hot bath for about a month, to get his core temperature back up, and we all liked Borth as a place and would love to go back and camp again sometime we've checked Rob's wet weather gear for functionality first. Linnea thought it looked like Balamory and both girls want to sleep in their sleeping bags on self-inflating mattresses forever, and also to go for a swim in their rainsuits sometime.
Now we have a week together at home, so we're planning things, including a grandparental visit.