Almost all the published images of our tent show it stood proud alongside some bank, bay or beach. The sun may seem to shine over the majority of these wonderful settings, but even if it doesn’t rain during the night, there is often a heavy dew on the morning we decide to strike camp. Something similar to this deflated and rather less picturesque scene is a pretty familiar sight to us too.
To avoid rot, all tents, and particularly those with natural materials in the mix such as cotton or hemp, need to be stored dry. It’s easy advise to give, and an extremely good policy to follow, but in reality…
Many is the morning, the grass soaked, or the drizzle still falling, that we’ve had to fight something damp and resisting into a bag. The only option then, as soon as dry weather reappears, is to grab the first opportunity to stop and pull everything out again.
This often takes place during the canoe journey, making the most of a tea or lunch break. Spread out in the sun on warm rocks or draped over a fallen tree, the tent is turned regularly to let every section breath. But sometimes this dry spell just refuses to arrive.
Occasionally, and I hate the wait, imagining all those fungal spores awakening in the warm, damp dark, it will be a some time before the rain gives in and tent can be released.
The sunlit morning scene at the top was captured in northern Spain, an unpleasant delay of two days since our rather wet camp, mid way down through France.