And then the rain....

As I said, last year at Beerze, we basked in temperatures too high to cope with in a tent and suffered heat stroke (me, mainly because I was feeding a baby so was dehydrated from the off anyway) and lethargy (everyone else) from lack of shade and appropriate hydration.

This year we had a specially selected pitch under a group of beautiful trees, water bottles filled to the brim with pure Scottish tap water and not a pair of trousers between the lot of us!

So, after the beautiful sunshine of yesterday the rains began overnight and the temperature dropped to about 10 degrees lower than what it was in Inverurie.

We tried to stay positive, after all we are Scottish and used to it, it was only day two of the trip and surely the weather would change and well there must be lots of wet weather options around. Emmm, wrong.

The thing was it wasn't just wet, it was chucking it down, and cold too, really pretty cold. The littlest was happy rooting around in his thick waterproof suit and had almost as many trips to the big bathing sinks as he did last year (to cool down) although this year they were to wash off the sand that he was caked in, or to warm him up. The local vicinity is lovely, but it is very rural and there really isn't much to do indoors. The little summerhouse on the campsite which we (and only we) used last year for shade was used this year by all the families on the campsite for charging up all manner of electronic devices and if ever anyone wanted proof that loom bands were popular the world over they only needed to pop in there.

We took a trip out of the campsite later in the afternoon and fell in love with the supermarket Albert Hein before realizing just how sad the reality of that was. My lovely husband cooked up a gorgeous Mexican medley on our camp stove in the torrential rain and we all went to sleep hopeful for what the next day would bring.