Don't be smug... a monsoon is coming.
A storm was predicted. The local council gave an 'orange warning'. Orange gave an orange warning- unplug your box! We smugly watched 'the storm' go by in the distance, taking photos of the black sky. There was horrifying thunder and lightning... in the distance. Hah! It's missed us!
No. we were wrong...
Suddenly, what I can only describe as a monsoon hit us. We had to hold EVERYTHING~ down. The rain was without gaps, a stingingly powerful waterfall. The wind was so vicious that it snapped two nylon guy ropes on the tent. The tent ripped as it was forced against the handle of one of the bikes. One of the immovable legs on the gazebo moved. Up in the air! You can see Kevin here under the waterfall trying to re-engage that errant leg with a large garden fork.
The unfortunate aspect of this weathery event is that I had just hung out the 18 kg of washing that had cost 8 Euros to do in the supermarket car park. I couldn't use the drier there, as someone else had snuck along with a duvet while I was shopping and had 'booked' it for an hour. I didn't fancy an hour in the car park, so home the wet washing came. The monsoon blew it over! Even though it was supported by an iron table! With four sturdy legs.
Some of it got muddy. Just Kevin's things really, so it wasn't a proper emergency. Do you know, it's still not dry! We took it all in to the awning, getting drenched to the skin in the process, and we hung it out again this afternoon, but it keeps raining! France! Get a grip!
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