It is raining a lot right now. It rained a lot the other day, to the extent that the rain started to permeate the tent and it was raining inside. I didn’t like the inside rain, I think rain is definitely the sort of thing that’s best kept outside. Unless it’s in a controlled fashion like a shower or misting your house plants.

The water is puddling on the roof, and I’ve tried various things to stop this from happening, moving the pegs and pulling the guy ropes this way and that. None of it ultimately seems to make a difference, so I just have to assume that the fabric of our tent is going the same way as the skin on my throat and no longer has the same level of tautness that it once enjoyed. I’m getting to the sort of age where my skin looks more like it’s draped than it’s effectively containing whatever is within.

I ran around the tent with a waterproofing spray the other day when it first rained, which seems to have done the trick in stopping the water coming through. I can’t get my head round the fact that spraying something wet can stop other wet stuff from making other stuff wet, it’s magic. I’m slightly worried that it’ll ultimately give up, and that this will happen eventually in the small hours, which are the worst hours to have to deal with a camping catastrophe.

I have decided though that despite it being only 20 past seven that I am now done for the day and can start to burrow my way under my many blankets and coverings with a view to emerging tomorrow when the rain has stopped. A temporary hibernation, if you will.