“You can put your tent here” she said, waving her arms in the general direction of a patch of grass.

“Here?” I asked, “in the middle?”

“Yeah. Just here somewhere” she sounded like she thought she was repeating herself. “You can come back to the reception when you’ve set up.”

She walked off, presumably back to reception.

I took my pizza and headed toward the water and a bench.

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If I’m given a rock hard patch of slightly slopey, well driven over grass, I’ll choose the best bit and the best angle for my tent.

Does feel a bit antisocial to put it up right where people want to walk though..

(Did keep the guy ropes short)