I love the photos. I've remembered another bad night, I was camped in my Zephyros One in a small field next to a pub in Buttermere, I think it was next to the Bridge Hotel. It was a very windy night but it wasn't windy all of the time. As I lay in my tent I could hear a loud and increasing ROAR of the wind building up down the valley and I could hear it coming at me like an express train! And then in an instant, my tent and I were totally battered! I really thought that we would be totally demolished, that the tent and I would fly into the sky like Dorothy in the wizard of Oz, the tent kind of flattened itself onto my body and then the wind just stopped, silence for a while and the tent sprung back to its normal shape. This went on all night long! First a period of lull, then the wind roar, then the battering, totally amazing and scary at the same time. By the morning, the wind by now had stopped and I was totally exhausted!