Being with a big group of friends makes a huge difference when you're camping in the Welsh drizzle! Altogether we were 6 couples, 3 teenage boys and 3 dogs (DD, her partner and 2 dogs joined us at the last minute).
From the left we have DD & A with 2 dogs, OH and me, communal gazebo, M & C with 1 dog, the boys (C, D & L), H & R, M & J and finally C & J. The biggest blue tent belongs to first-time-for-a-long-time campers and they were just showing off with their ready-attached bedroom section and remote control light. They were last-but-one to arrive and after 'helping' put up their tent a group of us stood around the entrance calling to the others to come and look. You'd have thought there was a fully fitted kitchen in there! Another 2 show-offs were in the littlest tent at the end with their blow-up sofa no less. We were duly impressed at how they'd got all their supplies and equipment (inlcuding sofa) into that little sports car until we realised that their tent was brought in M's 4x4!
M led us down a footpath in a wood that proved to be steep, muddy and dark!! Only R was unlucky enough to slip in the mud and get covered in it all down one side (he was wearing OH's jumper at the time because he only took one which got wet the previous evening!). We'd all forgotten something it seemed, but someone usually came to the rescue.
Inevitably, things turned into a competition to find the biggest crab. This is the winner, up on its back legs, attacking a giant hand.
OH, DD, her partner and I left the next morning after a game of rounders (where no-one actually ran around because they were too stiff after the previous day's exertion at football, but just stood and hit the ball until they were caught or missed 3 times). The men forget that they're not teenagers any more and invariably act like they are when we're together!
We've tentatively (pun intended) agreed to do this together again sometime. Let the friendly rivalry continue!!
Bye for now