05/06/2026
There is a particular skill the seasoned caravanner picks up somewhere around their third season, and it has nothing to do with reversing.
It is the gift of reframing.
The pitch is not small. It’s cosy. The site is not fully booked, it’s popular. The forecast doesn’t say rain, it says fresh. And the puddle quietly spreading across the groundsheet is not a leak — it is, if you tilt your head, a water feature.
Somewhere outside, a man is wringing out a towel and announcing to nobody in particular that it’s “clearing up nicely.” It is not clearing up. He knows this. You know this. But the kettle’s on, the radio’s mumbling away, and the rain on the roof is — there’s no other word for it — cosy.
Turns out the glass was half full all along.
It was just half full of rainwater.