Europe
My flysheet zip had been getting worse since Sweden and
finally started to come adrift in Holland. Unable to mend it,
I decided to plead with the campsite manager that night.
“Have you got a safety pin or something else I can use to stop
this getting any worse?” The manager, who wore a moustache,
told me to bring the flysheet and follow him. Taking it from
me he repaired it with his sewing machine in no time at all.
“This ought to keep the rain out until you get to Dublin.” (from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
