Camping.

This week's Prompt:  Camping, Family Time.

“Seriously, Dad, you want to stop here?” Jen said, wiping the condensation from the car window.

“It'll be fine, the sun will be out in a bit when those bloody clouds get blown away. He started up the car and drove to a spot where he thought was good, “Nine pounds a night, it has a toilet block, and on the campsite next door, there is a clubhouse, which we can use, all we have to do is show our pass. He pushed the car door against the wind. The door slammed shut, rocking the car. “Come on, this tent won't put itself up.” The boot lid swung up, and a gust of wind slammed around the inside of the car, taking all sorts with it.

“Daaad,” Jen shouted, “I hate it when you bring us to places like this. I wish I were at home. 

“Well, come and give me a lift,” Jen tried to open her door, but it slammed back shut. Paul, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, got out.

“Look, I can see the sea,” Paul shouted as he tried to hold on to the door, but he couldn't, and it slammed shut. The car rocked from side to side.

Paul walked to the back of the car where his dad was laying out a ground sheet, “Come on, son, you know what to do”

Grabbing the poles, Paul started to push them through the loops, “Why's Jen not helping, Dad?”

“Leave her be, Son, she'll come round in a minute. You see that cloud,” he pointed with his head, “Will be gone in two minutes, and the sun will be shining”

Dad was right, as usual. The cloud disappeared, the sun started to shine, and it was hot. Children were playing ball games, while others were flying kites. Jen had gone out and was helping, not a lot, but she was helping.

“I love the smell of the wet grass,” Dad said as he took in a deep breath. “Look at those waves, shall we have a dip before lunch?”

Jen was stacking all the tins of food on the shelving unit under the awning. “I'll start dinner, you go if you want” Both Paul and his dad looked at each other, then ran. “Last one in's a ninny,” his dad shouted.

“You're on,” Paul replied, racing him down the hill.

When they returned, sausages, eggs, and bacon were sizzling away on the camp stove “Pot's just boiled if you want a brew.” Jen said to her dad, “Juice in the cooler, Paul..”

“Thanks,” he took one out and grabbed a towel to dry himself off.

“Not bad here, is it?” Jen said. With a smile on her face.