Hey you – the kid dive-bombing into the hot tub while the adults chat. You – the parent standing round gossiping as your beloved offspring turn into prunes. You – who’s snuck off the dance floor for a quick splash before the next drop. And you – the gang of friends who haven’t seen each other for months (years!) and are now beetroot-faced, warmed by water and by love. And yes, even you, stewing in the tub at the back for the last five hours… you’ll need to rehydrate at some point (and no, the water around your submerged beer bottle doesn’t count).

We all love a hot tub, especially at a Sam & Clare gathering. Versions 1 to 6 – from hay bales and extreme danger to rustic out-of-tub (health and safety gone mad) heating – have been a party staple and loved by all.

But sad news: version 6 is no more. It’s time to move on.

The hot tub is dead. Long live the… oh. Turns out these things are quite pricey and take a wee while to build.

While we were stewing in v6, water seeping away through the cracks, a few of us came up with three options:

Option 1: no more hot tub

Option 2: back to hay bales and risk of third-degree burns

Option 3: club together and bring v7 to life

Option 1: unacceptable. Option 2: undesirable. Option 3: totally doable if you divide the total cost by the number of people who’ve ever been in the tub.

Join the cause, fund the tub, and celebrate the launch next February when it makes its glorious debut!

Thanks very much,

Rob Lovell + anyone else who I've mentioned it to so far...