Oh, Mother Natire, you joker*

So here we are hiding from the rain. Cavin and Robbie are giving a big wet hello. Waiting to see if we get back for more tennis, or if the whole gay crew is decamping to Nellie's.

*Okay, fine, you try to type an error-free headline on an iPhone whilst juggling a Blue Moon and the phone and simultaneously try to avoid being pushed back out into the Ark-deserving deluge just outside the tent. I meant Nature. And I'm still annoyed with her, even though the evening was perfectly enjoyable, if rather damp.