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.
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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.
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