How come this thread is bring back happy memories of camping?

We were camped one night on top of the cliff overlooking Fisghuard. There was a fair storm blowing but there was only about two inches of dirt covering the rock and we couldn't get our tent pegs in. So we storm rigged it and tied the lines to our bikes, which were heavy with luggage.

Then there was the time we went to the Eisteddfod in Llangollen. We were on our way back to the tent in the darkl and it started raining. It was coming down in one of those bursts that usually only last a minute or two, so we sheltered under this huge elm tree (no thunder about), very soon it penetrated the elm tree so we made a run for it. It kept up with the same intensity all night and we had a river(exagerating just a little here) running through our tent by the time morning came.