After battering his way past every caravan in the Western hemispere pootling along through mid-Wales he finally turned up about 2 hours late and with a right mood on.
Despite their best efforts to cheer him up it was all for naught when he headed out after the party to his tent to discover that it was not really designed for the high winds of West Wales and it had been blown away and had tumbled through the vegetable patch. Obviously this would not have been a problem if it had not be raining. You may infer that it was a problem.
He slept in a puddle of water. A real cheery soul he was Sunday morning.
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