Too kind Rob really. There is a short epilogue to it if anyone was wondering or could be bothered to read on.
The barbecue had originally had a domed lid arrangement and spent the rest of that short but otherwise enjoyable holiday with a dual imprint of the cheeks of my backside pressed into it. It took quite a while to get over the trauma of understanding why the handle remained more or less unscathed, but I suppose the Batman print boxers I was coincidentally wearing must have contributed to preventing any real damage.
The fold out legs of the thing were never again fully fit for purpose though.
The girlfriend with me at the time, was a Canadian nurse mercifully, who had initially remained in the tent. Her main immediate contribution was to remark that she had never previously heard such loud and continuous swearing without repetition, and indeed how much more emphatic it sounded to her ear when delivered in the dead of night in a Scots accent.
Other occupants of the camp site seemed less impressed by that element when the event was briefly mentioned the following morning.
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