camping in eype, dorset.
Very hilly, short climbs rather than wanders o'er clifftops.

We all put tents up, and wandered off for a beer. night one. awesome fun.

Night two was something else. i am staggered i slept through it and pleased my wife got me awake for 5 mins in the middle.
Got very pissed on good ale, staggered back and smoked til we were near comatose. good times. then we noticed the wind had got up, and that hard rain was hitting the clifftops with our tents taking the brunt of it. Our domw tents were depressed to the point that the carbon poles snapped, and whilst comatose we were getting hit on the head inside a 4ft tall dome by the top of the tent.

i was un worrried. the wife had to beat me awake as i had wrapped the loose edge of the tent under mer and kept muttering "its fine, its fine" as the rain and wind beat down.

i did manage to fix it down temporarily and proceeded to check the damage in the morning.

nothing outside was still there, all the tents had at least one pole snapped, and most of the guy rope flaps ripped of the tent with the pegs still in the ground.

i recommend the campsite, very nice. just be warned.

had i been on my own, i know i would have just let the whole lot blow away around me as i slept blissfully unaware of my impending doom.
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Thu 4 Jan 2007, 14:58, Reply)