Actually, the rain started again... and then some. The central core of our habitat remained impervious to the downpour and there we remained for several hours whilst the rain drummed on the outer shell. During this time Arthur went a little stir crazy and the influence of hanging around with too many Dutch kids took over. When he eventually got free he spent a delirious couple of hours roaming the camp schpeaking ina de Dootch acschent and shaying "I likea de rock'n'roll und dee pretty gurls".Whilst Arthur was rambling and incoherent, the rest of us discovered that water had breached the outer habitat and spent much time sluicing out with our spare grundies and a couple of wet-wipes. We realised that the groundsheet in the porch was causing the water to pool... it had to go.
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