Packing up

But at least the rain had come in the night and by this morning the tent was mostly dry so it was just a case of squeezing the air out of everything, stuffing sleeping bags into bags and chucking everything into the car. While the underside of the tent dried in the breeze we got to spend an hour pretending to be a forensic search team scouring the bit of field next to the tent for Ewan's mood ring. It was only a £2 bit of junk from Berwick but he was very upset at losing it (as he had been on the too-many-to-count other occassions over the previous 18 hours since he got it). We didn't find it.