When we were in France recently we got caught in a rain storm while we were looking around an amazing Roman amphitheatre.

We sheltered for a bit (and watched the film about it’s history several times) but eventually realised that we’d have to make a run for it.

While I cunningly fashioned rain ponchos for the children out of plastic bags from the gift shop, my husband ran off to get an umbrella from the car.

He came back with a Handy Tarpaulin that my Dad had given us (thanks, Dad!) and so we scuttled through the streets, holding the tarpaulin over the children (and bits of us). I got pretty soaked as if I held it over my head (I was at the back) I couldn’t see where we were going…but it was a holiday and Good Things were nearby and instead of feeling glum we just got GLORIOUSLY WET.