Ever gluttons for punishment, we spent the weekend in a small tent on a hillside in Somerset. Friday night served up gale force winds, Saturday gave us thunderstorms, but the tent – a relic from my days in the Scouts and 25 years old if it’s a day – was equal to all. A very good weekend, and a much-needed break from stuff going on at home. More to follow, but in the meantime here’s some photos:
Home, sweet home
Room with a view
Time for tea
Having lots of lovely weather