The third instalment of the now traditional birthday camping weekend. It also happens to be Valentine's weekend, but I'm way too cynical, old and bitter to care about that kind of thing. And this year, the weather broke with tradition and was absolutely awful. It's usually a time of ice, freezing cold and clear blue skies. This year it was semi-cold, windy and wet. So much so that not everyone survived the night... well, ok, not literally, but they got washed out by the campsite-turned river and had to go home before the first night was out!