"Recreational activity" – even in one of the most regulated countries I’ve ever encountered – nothing ever left to common sense chance – this sign wins the prize for the greatest glimpse of the obvious. Or biggest cop-out. Anything from tiddly-winks to naked skydiving then.
Woken about one am. Wind had risen sharply. Rain had returned. Conscious I’d avoided sinking into the quagmire by pitching on a concrete slab. But only able to secure the tent with a few guy lines. Four pegs. Hoping that’d be enough. Dome appearing top flex alarmingly with the gusts. Amplified by the gloom.
Suddenly remembered the signs I’d seen around the park. "Beware falling limbs". Council liability disclaimer for high winds. Thinking I should have pitched in the relative shelter of the camp kitchen as "Two Bob" had suggested. But by then it’d been dark. The tent already wet. Too much hassle.
I’ve no idea either….
Definitely not topping up my small shampoo bottle from the soap dispenser then…. as if…
