I mentioned in my last post that it rains a fair bit here in Cherating. Well, there have been 2 days of heavy rain now. Storms in fact. Intense, powerful, fabulous storms. Downside…we were stuck indoors pretty much. Upside…our chalet has a huge verandah where we could sit watching the raindrops, listening to them pounding on the roof, giggling as the thunder shook the ground beneath us. It was fantastic. For me anyway. I’ve always found storms exhilarating and terribly romantic. Something about sheltering somewhere safe and warm with a loved one, maybe. The cliche of the wet hair on the furry rug in front of an open fire perhaps. Whatever it is about storms that makes me love them, long may it continue.

My favourite storms are actually when I am camping. I am fortunate to be the proud mummy of a 1970 VW camper van called TicToc. When we go off on our adventures together, I look forward to the occasional summer storm. The rain falling heavily against the metal roof makes such a fabulous sound. The windows steam up, but inside we are warm and dry. A plastic beaker of red wine and a stove cooked feast…you can’t beat it, I promise you. And worst case, if you are caught out in a downpour, just embrace it. What could be more romantic than kissing in the rain? That’s what waterproof mascara was made for…

As an aside, Happy Mother’s Day to all the fabulous mummies out there, and especially mine. She’s a dead good one and I love her to bits.