Last weekend was spent in a small three man pop-up tent in a field with a four year old and a five year old…in Derbyshire. If I wanted to study resilience in practice I could have looked no further – but in fact it was a last minute response to a clash between a car service which resulted in no car and a need to attend a dear friend’s 40th birthday party.
It rained….a lot. It specifically rained in the vital hour between my children waking up and everyone else waking up and making breakfast together. This meant explaining patiently to my son who is lying on one side of me that the reason we can’t go out yet is that the raincoats are in the car…with the umbrella. Simultaneously explaining to the other son on the other side of me that no, we can’t lie together and watch a film on the iPod because the iPod is also in the car…and we can’t get to the car…because the raincoats are in the car…and its raining.
Donning shorts and t-shirt I ran through the torrential downpour and associated mud to retrieve said supplies – only to find both iPods depleted and both children disappointed. Time for Plan B.
Having entered the sensible people’s accommodation choice, I found a large number of small children playing a box of varied musical instruments with gusto…to the terrified faces of non-parent partygoers struggling with hangovers and headaches. We were saved!
Throughout the weekend the rain continued in true Derbyshire style to the absolute disinterest of everyone attending the party. We made multiple bees from Lego, enjoyed a very impressive (and quite miraculous) campfire, watched children in varying states of undress make and shoot lego pistols, chased chickens round the yard and laughed at my friend’s son Sonny joyfully standing under torrents of water pouring off the marquee with his mouth open.
All kinds of alcohol were consumed in suitable (and to be fair unsuitable) quantities and the world, whilst damp, was well.
Yesterday my son sat beside me as we drove home from school watching the black sky finally dropping its payload over East Anglia. He looked up with a smile and said “Look! It’s Derbyshire Rain!”.
I believe it is true to say that a memory has been made 😉