Well this is fun, I’m warm, it’s not raining, but the wind is blowing a hoolie. The tent is coping well but the noise of buffeting is keeping me awake so I’ve decided to have a midnight feast (a cold “hot cross bun”) and kill a bit of time. If it keeps up I’ll break camp at dawn and head down towards Hay on Wye, and have a leisurely time down there. I’ve always wanted to go and browse the bookshops so here’s my chance! It’s half an hour past midnight. It’s a full moon tonight and every so often it clears from the cloud and casts a strong beam of light into the tent. I’ve been out to tighten the guy ropes with a slight improvement …. Or maybe that was just a temporary lull in the wind. It’s amazing the different sounds the wind is making with the tent - from chair timpani to a sail flapping aimlessly in the breeze, and all the variations in between. I’m quite pleased that part of the tent is rigid but the long slanting sides I think would inevitably have some slack unlesss the grou...