Aberystwyth. We were camping. It rained, heavily, for five days. The sort of horizontal rain that comes with a strong wind, we couldn’t see and could hardly stand upright outside on the dreaded walk to the toilet block. The tent leaked. Everything was soaked. Roads were flooded, the field a quagmire. We believed the forecast that said tomorrow would be better so stuck it out. Day six the rain stopped, we packed up, headed home. That was at least 56 years ago and I’ve never been there again!