I am laughing at your OP, DINNNO - not because of your predicament but because the same thing happened to me in a gale in England in August. The only things holding down the tent were me and the dog, the rubbers ripped off one by one, we stepped out and the brand new tent took off across the field.
Enjoy yourself - or you could stay at a nearby B&B - the thought of a granny and a dog camping in a tent with 8 people you don't know well sounds like a nightmare to me.
Do you feel guilty if you have a lie in??
Good Morning Wednesday 17th June 2026



Fill her pyjamas with sand to add weight/ballast, ask the army to park armoured vehicles around the tent, concrete bollards to reinforce the tent pegs, some Sumo wrestlers to spend the night squatting on the tent pegs (if you go for that option, don't forget the sushi) , or possibly don't bloody well go camping