Weather makes camping such fun! In my two person tent in a valley in southern Norway (on the way to a Shanty Festival) I lay in my sleeping bag listening to the rain lashing down and contemplating my bladder which was overfull. The lightning was rolling along the mountain tops for over thirty seconds each time. Yes I was timing it. When I realised that I just had to get up and head to the loo I put my hand down on the groundsheet and found I was sleeping on a waterbed! The campsite was flooded. Great amusement value. So, a quick splash to the loo and back to pack up a soggy tent. Then, of course, the bloody car wouldn't start. Aahh, fond memories. It was a good festival anyway.