seven o'clock
Servers in waterproofs scuttled round with cans of hot tea and baskets of bread and butter , and the girls had a picnic meal sitting on their beds . One tent blew over altogether , and its distressed occupants , crawling from under the flapping ruin , were received as refugees by their immediate neighbours . Fortunately the storm , though severe , was short . By seven o'clock it had expended its fury , and passed away down the valley towards Craigwen , leaving blue sky and the promise of a sunset behind . Glad to emerge from their cramped quarters , the girls came out and compared experiences . There was plenty to be done . The fallen tent had to be erected , and various cans and utensils which had been left outside must be collected and wiped before they had time to rust .