Saturday, 29 June 2013
A test run
We have borrowed a friend's bell tent for my party next weekend. She suggested that we might like to try and put it up before the actual event to make sure that we were okay with the workings. Today has been sunny and warm, so it seemed like the right time to give it a try. Husband and youngest son managed it in no time at all.
This is going to be the chill out tent, for people who want to escape my mainly 1980s playlist in the village hall. I have had a peek at the forecast for next weekend, and fingers crossed, it looks as if it's going to be dry!
Today, the sun on the canvas and the smell of freshly mown grass brought memories of summer holidays flooding back. Most of my childhood holidays were spent in a tent similar to this in Snowdonia, north Wales. I now realise how hard my parents must have worked to make those holidays run smoothly. It often rained. There were very few campsite luxuries, hot showers only arrived when I was about 11! For us children it was an incredibly carefree time, we explored for quite a few miles around, played in the mountain streams for hours on end, and just ran back to camp for a hot meal.
It is amazing how a certain smell can trigger vivid memories. This is turning out to be such a year for nostalgia.