I remember my first holiday on my own with the kids, dd was four and ds was one. It was in a caravan, can't even remember where now, but one night there was this really bad storm and when I say really bad I mean really bad. I had never seen a storm like it before and I have never seen one like it since.
The whole sky was lit up like a street map, the caravan was shaking with every clap of thunder every other second. The whole camp site was flooded in five mins, I was convinced we were all to die, I got the kids up to go to the toilet block because it was a more stable structure, but the power went and the camp site was in darkness apart from the continual lightning, I chickened out of dodging the lightning bolts (which by now were hitting the ground too!)
Dd was screaming, ds didn't really care (too young) so I wrapped us up in blankets and settled in the caravan for the night. We must have fallen asleep 'cos when I woke up in the morning I was amazed that we had survived and the caravan was still in one piece. Found out later that two old ladies in the caravan next door to ours were so frightened they spent the night in the wardrobe in their caravan.
The camp-site was still flooded so when we went outside I let dd wear her swiming cossie, good job too because she decided it was great fun to splash and sit in the puddles, until that is, a huge worm popped up next to her!!!!!