We were woken really early to a sound that we really really didn't want to hear. The sound of heavy rain on the outside of the tent. We lay there listening to it, possibly wishing that we'd actually heeded the warning of the weather forecasters for a change and packed up Sunday night. Glad we didn't though or we would have missed out on a fun evening with the other Sunday nighters. Somehow we managed to dodge the worst of the rain. I packed up my things in our tent and when it was dry I wandered down to the toilets. We soon got on with a bit more packing with Dave's car backed into the front of brown and smelly. When the heavens opened again, we dropped the front of the tent and closed the car and cooked breakfast. After breakfast the rain eased off again and we were able to get on. As the sun started to come out I noticed that some embers started smoking a little way up the hill from us. Dave chucked the remainder of our water over it to drench it.
We got packed up by 11.30 which wasn't too bad as there was just the 3 of us. Before going home I went to Asda to top up the car as petrol is so much cheaper there by about 6p a litre. That little detour only took 10 minutes and we were soon on our way. I remembered the way home properly and we had a good run back, getting home about 1.30. We emptied both cars and then Tony and I did a bottle bank run before dropping him off home. The car was packed so tightly that we didn't hear the bottles clank once on the way. Back home again and it was nearly 4pm by the time I could get to the shower after putting most of the stuff away.