Camping has happened.
There was some weather.
And then there was some more weather.
The winds cranked up to 50 mph.
It was intense.
It was IN TENTS!
I usually keep my poetic capabilities well-hidden.
Some may say very well-hidden indeed.
Barely on show at all.
But I’m so in awe of our Little Green Bug and how seriously it takes its duty to shelter, I simply had to use my phenomenal lyrical skill to pay homage to what others may see as just a lowly tent.
Brace yourself for some sophisticated grown-up words wot rhyme…….
ODE TO OUR LITTLE GREEN BUG
All Hail our Little Green Bug
Our tent, with the polyester hug
Keeps us dry in our bed
Double-seamed, to deter any slug
Its paramount duty to shelter
Has proved it to be a real belter
Steadfast and true
Letting us enjoy a brew
Amidst floods or a rare summer swelter
Mother Nature has thrown it her worst
Hail, thunder, strong gales and cloudburst
But camped safe within
Taking it all on the chin
As our Bug groans ‘Hell, these two are cursed!’
Our last trip near gave us a shock
Severe was the wind-induced rock
We hung on for dear life
Poles strained with the strife
We could hear each one screaming ‘Oh Fock!’
But it all held together; stood smug
As the storm tried with one final tug
‘Safe Haven I be,
For Miss Lockwood and He’
We heart our brave Little Green Bug