Maddie's Minor Mishaps

Despite the expectations of most that I would take to outdoor living like a duck to water, there have been one or two choice moments in my last week's support duties, and I outline them for you here.

1. Snapping the elasticated washing line after cunningly tying it to the tent at one end, and the car at the other, then forgetting about it and driving off.
2. Spending about half an hour in the teeming rain putting up the tent, then having to mop up the inch of water that had accumulated inside with the only dry towel, with every stitch I was wearing soaked through, then having a bird enter the tent and begin cr@pping all over the place. Not my finest hour.
3. Staggering half blind with tireness after one of the excellent nights sleep, into a conveniently placed shelf in the shower block just below shoulder height, producing a dead arm, a lovely bruise and a 'Fuuuuuuuu....'. There were children present so I contained myself.
4. Meeting a tractor coming the other way down a lane I had taken in error, that fit only one vehicle. It was suggested by the tractor driver that I reverse into a neighbouring field to let him pass and could I remember to shut the gate. Glad I had the wellies on that day.