looking out my window its peeing down and all i can imagine is cold and wet and my tent blowing away and DS coughing and spluttering. Dh is an anti camper and all the enthusiasm comes from me. I was looking at icey tek cool boxes and arctic sleeping bags reading review after review about sites around yorkshire then i did the unthinkable.... i booked a lodge [shock], with a hot tub [shock][shock]. What am i going to do? Dh thinks its hillarious and that we should just call it a day and sell the tent [sad] btu part of me though i wouldnt admit it agrees. I need a guaranteed sunny weekend away with my tent to renew the love. Or am im just turning into a soft wuss?