I emerged from the tent
shortly after 7am to find the banners had dried overnight, so I spent
an hour putting them away. It's a job I'd rather do on Sunday evening
at kite festivals because it takes so long to do. As I did the job I
found myself looking down the hill. On the second time we came to
Brighton Kite Festival (ten years ago) we asked if we might
stay over on the Sunday night. No one else did then. But we seem to
have started something. II think it's probably fair to say that half
the people who had stayed at the festival had stayed on over the
Sunday night.
Brekkie was good -
omelettes. Very tasty. And we then cracked on with breaking camp.
Fortunately the rain held off, but it had rained so much over the
weekend that the underside of my tent was soaked. I packed it wet and
decided to worry about it later.
We spent five minutes
moving a portable generator before saying our goodbyes and making our
way home where it didn't take too long to pack the camping gear away.
I got the tent's groundsheet dried and our sleeping bags aired. I got
the tent itself mostly dried, but there were a few spots of rain
blowing in the wind so I shoved the tent into the shed. I'll sort
that tomorrow.
The electrician called
and fixed our broken light. It would seem the dimmer switch had
broken again. That's two of those that have gone in a year. That
seems a rather high attrition rate to me. And as I was mucking about
on the Internet my phone rang. Regular readers of this drivel might
recall I took a literacy and numeracy test as part of a possible
teaching job. It would seem I got full marks for those tests, and a
nice lady chatted to me about possibly going forward with becoming a
teacher. Do I want to? I don't know. I shall give it some serious
thought...
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