OK, so a bit of an exaggeration, I don’t come from a broken home, but from a ripped holiday home, aka tent.
Slight disaster, got to Stykkishólmur and the winds were high, and my tent was clearly not up to it. A kind Icelandic chap gave me some pegs, but they were not going to hold it for long, so out came the trusty hotel sewing kit. As you can see I barely made my brownies sewing badge. My clever niece Skye has also suggested a bit of wax to keep the area watertight. If it fails I’ll be sleeping in tbe car!