I've never been much of a camper. I have irrational fears about camping: there will be bugs in my bed. There will be rain. There will be no hot water. Worst of all: there will be no toilets, or really revolting and dirty toilets.

Well, all of that happened this weekend. And more.
















And you know what?

It wasn't as awful as I thought it would be.

















It rained a lot.

















But everyone had fun! You can't see it here, but our friends Marc and Arden have matching Lotus T-Shirts. Of course, our family has to have McLaren T-Shirts...






















(and I'm wearing Last Year's hat, that's how awesome we are).

Oh yes, that is us on Silverstone Circuit. Fancy that.

















Because it rained all weekend, the campsites flooded. We went into lockdown: no cars were allowed in, and none were allowed out either. There was mud everywhere. There were 24 showers to 130,000 spectators. They never got around to finishing the showers in our campsite block. The toilet block (on camp) was in the biggest pile of mud you can ever imagine, and it took real guts to wade through it. I took this picture on Saturday as we had a rare moment of sunshine. I thought it was as bad as it could get. I was wrong.

















Here's a quick look at the mud in the parking lot. This was nice, solid chocolate-mousse style mud. We had to push the cars out of the parking lot, and many other cars were getting towed by tractors. The mud in the campsite was a completely different story: it was liquid mud. The kind that is murky and gross, and is full of earthworms. The kind that you put your foot down into, and discover that it's actually around 15cm deep and suddenly you have mud in your socks.

















Some people really enjoyed the mud. And like most people, we somewhat-sensible folk avoided those people. No, I don't want a hug, mud man. Thank you.

















At the end of the day it was all for this.

















... and a bit of this.

















There were also a lot of very wet people sporting ironic branding. Superdry? Ha!

















When we were finally able to leave, our car was covered in mud. We were too, as we were outside pushing all the cars out of the gunk. Every time a wheel spun, it flung mud chunks up and over the nearest objects. Here's a look out of our windscreen: the least affected part of the (muddy) car.

I figure, if I can make it through that and come out with only a minor cold and a greater appreciation for hot showers and electricity, I can camp anywhere.