After the Storm

And all over the site bewildered eyes peer from beneath soaked canvas. Cautiously the campers emerge. Some stretching, others pulling out chairs, taking the chance to sit up right after hours held hostage by the storm. The balmy temperatures (for days they had been cocooned against the cold) encourage them to brave the outdoors. Looking across the Loch they can see hill tops emerging as the clouds gently lift.  

As the birds begin to twitter once again so, the campers can begin to go about their daily jobs. Washing up is to be done and rubbish disposed of. So too must they wash themselves. They check their sturdy tent is still pitched solidly on the slowly draining ground and looking behind them offer a small nod of thanks to the sky that the gushing river - previously a babbling brook - didn't burst its banks and engulf them all.