I’ve been trying to photograph a prapott (that’s the collective noun for a group of tents) of tents for ten days with no success, wind, mist, rain, horror, it’s all been a barrier to success.
However, it looked like clearing up a little today, Phil came an’ gie’d me hauners so we got a good few done before we lost the light. I’ll talk about the tents themselves later, once the review’s in the shops, there’s a few real eyebrow-lifters in there. The regular names aren’t getting it all their own way.
There were many cuppas of course, and an appearance by Wheelie (the only way to transport 15 tents up a hill), now with an updated bolt-set to eliminate the troubles I had last year in the Cairngorms.
The sun shot through a shower and gave us a fleeting moment of light and colour and it was gone. All good though, and more of the same tomorrow. Weather is no respecter of deadlines.