Day Two (Night): Torrential rain, non-stop.
Day Three (Morning): Sun and strong winds.
Day Three (noon-six p.m.): Torrential rain, non-stop. No stopping. Constant, pounding, ongoing, perpetual, unchanging, relentless, monotonous, uninterrupted rain for six solid hours.
The woman camping alone next door in – I kid you not – a child’s pop-up tent, complete with the necessaries: beer fridge and TV, packed up and went home because she was flooded out. Our gazebo died and the boys had to disassemble it.
We had a back-up plan for entertainment: lunch, cards and Rhyl Sun Centre. RSC is an indoor pool with slides and waves and things. In any other country, an indoor pool with slides and waves and things on the beach front would seem daft, but we are talking about Wales. Wet, wet, wet Wales, where everyone wears cardigans over their bathing suits in August.
The Hub dropped the kids off then came back and dropped off.
I dogsat and read my Kindle. I started three books and couldn’t get in to any of them. Hundreds of books on my Kindle and I couldn’t find something new to enjoy. It was like having literary cable.
I thought for a moment: I was alone in the wilderness (the Hub was en route); there was little food left; I didn’t know or trust anyone around me.
Time to re-read The Hunger Games.
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The Laughing Housewife 
Sounds exhilarating – ha!
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Oh I remember those wet, wet camping holidays… and days on the beach wearing a cardigan over my swimming costume!
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Happy days!
Hmm.
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2012- a great year to be British, so well done persevering with your camping.
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‘The woman camping alone next door in – I kid you not – a child’s pop-up tent, complete with the necessaries: beer fridge and TV, packed up and went home because she was flooded out.’
That demonstrates a serious lack of commitment if you ask me. If I’d gone to the trouble of setting myself up with both a TV and a beer fridge I wouldn’t be going anywhere without a very serious fight.
‘Flooding? No, that’s just the indoor paddling pool. Come in, the water’s fine!’
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There speaks the seasoned traveller 🙂
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Is this history repeating itself, or is it a repost from your previous camping holiday?
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The former, sadly. It’s our own fault – that holiday was in Abergele, too. We thought August would be better than October.
And it was – only one jumper and two blankets at night 🙂
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From what you describe, shouldn’t it be called Whales?
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Is this the time to tell you that we had 12 days of almost uninterrupted sun when we camped in France?
xx
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Screams!!
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Screams!!
I’m glad, really. I don’t like sharing misery 🙂
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… still in Wales ???? After your report here .. I’m glad I’m not into camping. But on the other hand it would have been wet if staying on a B&B or hotel too.
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No; I’m reporting on last week, on a day-by-day basis 🙂
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Okay …. now I understand – I thought you where still in all that rain.
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Sheesh! What an experience! Lol. I wonder what sorts of books are on your Kindle. I wrote about mine today.
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We had rain storms end a camping trip of ours couple of years ago, and dry rot ended the tent. . . My youngest son, the Monkey, and I decided that since we were not historians that we could make up our own stories about what happened, and history be damned. It has since been referred to as “the camping trip that was not rained out.”
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History is written by the victors 😉 I like your style.
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😉
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wow, what a lot of rain. so disappointed u had to deal with all of the down pours
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All part of the fun! And what would I have to blog about if it didn’t rain? 😉
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May I ask what the Hub has been putting his elbow in – or is it a bruise?
If I had been you, and Hub had been Cycloman, I think I would have joined the man on the mattress for a little nap.
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It’s hard skin. From a lifetime of resting his arm on the couch, I think. And you should see the couch 🙂
He’s a bit of a man’s man and believes skin cream is for wusses, so it will never go away.
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(please feel free to delete my quip…)
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Not at all! It wasn’t offensive.
The only thing I censor is blasphemy 🙂
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Oh, dear, it does sound that there was rain on your parade, not fun; yet fun to write and read about it! 🙂
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It was okay. We;re used to rain, sadly 😦
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Honestly, this doesn’t sound bad at all… Fairly normal camping in the UK stuff and great memories and pictures to keep/share. Chin Up and welcome back! 🙂
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I bet you remember this holiday when all the fine ones are long forgotten!
We must have been lucky with our only trip to Wales. The weather was rather good. I did a lot of cycling, and climbed Moel Hebog.
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Which fine holidays might you be referring to? 😀
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I grew up camping, Tilly, this so familiar!
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I’ve been maybe once a decade. I’m not a massive fan but it’s a cheap holiday, and I’m a fan of that 🙂
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Wow, you guys are truly the hearty type, I admire your tenacity and good spirits.
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I keep saying it – life is what you make it 🙂
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The last bit made me chuckle — Hunger Games, ha! Your (horrible, wet) camping experience has made the news here. apparently people were so upset by the lousy, completely wrong forecast that the weather reporters were forced to apologize! Amazing. Hope it gets better.
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It was sunny when I woke this morning! But I’ve been tricked like that before…
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Yay — hope it lasts!
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I hope you have dried out by now. I didn’t go camping to wet Whales, but I am still feeling rather logged. Do you think it will keep me young looking? 😉
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I dunno. Think about how your fingers look if you stay in the bath too long…
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This is exactly why I would never go camping again after the first time. 🙂
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I knew reading The Hunger Games could come in handy!
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