went camping over the summer and got caught short in the middle of the night. Not like me as I usually hold my water like a camel.
I blame it on the owls. They woke me up with their hooting at Clippesby Hall in Norfolk and once awake the old bladder got active.
It was just after August Bank Holiday and the weather should have been roasting, but this is England and as we all know it just isn’t that predictable.