Following our disasterous attempt at folding the tent up small enough to fit in the bag in which it came, we scrunched it into the back of the car to be sorted out later.
Luckily, one of my daughters has a large garden, big enough to lay out the tent and try again under less stressful conditions.
We started by folding the ends in, which put all the loose ends inside.
The tent was then folded into thirds which resulted in one side of the pile of fabric then same width as the bag.
Then it was a case of another fold along the middle and into the bag it went. Well once I’d lay on top of the heap to squash out all of the trapped air.
“How did you manage that?” Sue enquired.
“I think that I can remember,” I countered, “Get me a piece of paper and I’ll show you”.
A piece of A4 and some pens were found and I set about marking and folding the paper taking photos as an aide memoire.
Let’s just hope that in a month’s time, when we are next under canvas, I recorded the folds correctly.
