I entered the postcode in the satnav and followed it down some single-track lanes… towards the wrong campsite. After leading me down a dead end and no place to turn around, I put my reversing skills to the test. It was all fine until I found a place to turn and didn't notice the grass-covered rock that made a terrible noise and scraped my front bumper. Urgh. After some more tiny lanes, we eventually made it to the correct campsite.
The weather forecast that night wasn't pretty; Storm Betty was inbound, which would be an interesting experience in a tent. We quickly emptied the car into the large bell tent, but I had fun blowing up the airbeds in the rain. The storm battered the canvas with heavy rain and then gale-force winds all through the night. The rain was loud, the wind felt like it could rip the tent from the ground and the zips clattered and clanged. Monty slept through it all, even though his airbed went flat.