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226 CARAVAN DAYSThe spate began on the Friday evening. Itcannot be held to have ended before the earlyhours of the following Wednesday morning.did not rain quite continuously, but, as far aswe could judge, there were not more than six orseven hours out of a hundred when rain was notcoming down. Never on our travels has our goodfortune in the matter of meeting with dryweather, while actually on the road, been soconspicuous. For we were able to make the mostof the few hours when it was dry in getting onwith our return journey. But never have I beenabroad in a caravan in such a thoroughgoing rainas that. Throughout the Friday nightit camedown straight, in torrents, and with the morningwe found our outlook clipped and reduced to afew yards of steaming mist. We could see nomore of the mountains or the loch, and the roadvanished within a stone's throw into whiteobscurity.On the Saturday the wind beganto rise andItthe rain increased in force all day. We lived aretired, domesticated life, for there were manyletters to answer, and hardly put our heads outof the van before lunch. But it became clearas the afternoon wore on and the outlookgrewdarker that we could not condemn the