Unusually, for a British summer, it had been a lovely warm day, clear, bright and with the changeover day for new arrivals, and those departing, not too busy around the pools and bars. The campsite was beautifully tended lawns where cars had to park on a concrete car park so as to keep the grasses healthy and unworn. This made the ground good for drainage and comfortable for even the most rudimentary of tents. You’d been asked to go camping with another couple who were both your mates, this meant you had a bijou tent all of your own around 30 feet from your companions, which allowed a minimum level of privacy.
The daily regimes had been up in the morning for a group breakfast, swimming, light lunches, some reading in the afternoon, some dinner (bbq or one of the restaurants), then listening to bands in the pub onsite, then back to the tents for a few more drinks then bed. Ultimately relaxing and stress free. It had been a hard year for you, exhaustion was beginning to wear you out, so the idea of the holiday won you over.
As you were there for a 10 day stay, and had been already for 3, today was the depart/arrival day for those doing 7 days or 14.
You now knew your way around fairly well, and didn’t always need to follow around your mates, you enjoyed wandering off and exploring on your own, walks, swims, cycle, quiet spots to read, your plan was to relax and nothing was going to stop that. The holiday took a turn for the more interesting when out for a walk along one of the rivers. Dressed in a floaty summer dress and a small bag with a book and a phone, the air was warm and the smell of the river and trees somehow seductive.
Your phone vibrated and you checked the message.