Friday, June 22, 2007
Friday 18th May
Early Friday morning we were rudely awoken by high winds rocking the caravan and threatening to carry our unpegged awning away. We made a few adjustments at 4am but had to go back out at 6am to put on the storm strap and attempt to put a few pegs into the very stony ground. At this point we noticed we had left the recently purchased folding picnic table and chairs outside and as is typical before I could put on my coat the wind had taken it and blown it 100m down the campsite, breaking the table but luckily not damaging anybody else’s caravan or injuring anyone.
By 9am we realised the awning just may not hold with the amount of pegs, a German couple further along had already lost their awning to the trees. A Belgian couple had offered to give us a hand so we decided to pursue the risky option of taking down the awning; it went well despite one pole snapping (Luckily it was the extending part and so could be turned around, so was not fatal). Removing the awning exposed the boxes stored underneath the caravan and 5 minutes later a box was sent flying spewing its contents, again we were lucky this did not hit anyone or anything but the box was broken and some of the contents were lost. The caravan spent most of the morning and half the afternoon rocking to and fro like a boat on the sea. We later learnt this wind is called the Bora, a wind that blows from the mountains, and it was set to last for 3 days, although it never again reached the slightly scary intensity of Friday morning. Needless to say we stayed in the caravan for most of Friday, which went quite well considering there were now 6 of us and Jon and I even managed to catch a nap.
Saturday 19th May
It was time to take Dad to the airport, his flight was not until the evening and so we spent the afternoon in Split. We spent a pleasant time on the Quay and even had a chance to see some model yacht racing. We took a stroll around the Palace, which is an eclectic mix of Roman ruins, Egyptian figures, medieval houses, modern shops and modern graffiti. Dad treated us to an ice cream and then departed, the children of course wanting to go with him, I think they are trying to tell us something.
