Now That's What I Call Music
In The Middle of The Night At our campsite in Abbeville we had carefully chosen the perfect pitch (technical term for a piece of grass). It was next to a bench and handy for the washrooms.......just the job. What we didn't know was that it was also slap next to the meeting place for all the local herberts. It all kicked off after we turned in at about 10pm and it was gone 1:30 before they finally followed our loudly expressed advice to shut the f@#k up. Why Does It Always Rain on Me? No sooner had the hoons gone to bed than the thunderstorm started. It absolutely hurled it down all night. For most of this time I lay smugly thinking about how fantasticly waterproof my new tent was.....until I discovered that my open bar bag was only half covered by it. In the morning I removed several inches of water, a very soggy wallet and passport and several items of landfill that had previously been electronics. Bugger. The ride to Gisors ...