410. Blown

Pompei

The trains behind are almost silent

A day in the pit today with rain storms sweeping through and a wind to behold. The local entertainment, watching the awnings on the restaurant on the road above the camp shred themselves.

The wind was so strong that it ripped a couple of anchors off the awning so made for interesting repairs with me resewing them on with sailmakers thread and needle while everything flapped.

I bet the farm on this one to win on eBay

Introduced the children to Pit. They were very dubious and declared it on sight "a boring old game from the olden days". Much coercion required to get them playing and they were instantly hooked shouting their bids, like the olden days.

The camp manager gave us an address for a gas supplier but the weather is too much to venture out with trees shedding limbs. Luckily we are at the end of the camp near a high wall which is sheltering us quite well.