I was woken at 5am by the
sensation of having my face gently licked. I was hoping that "er
indoors TM" wasn't getting any funny
ideas, but it was Fudge being excitable. He does that. Having been
woken at 5am I should have stayed up, but I thought I'd have a few
more minutes kip, and that was fatal. I was then running late for the
rest of the morning.
Martin arrived, and we
set off to camp via Tesco for some supplies. No one told me that a
small bit of halloumi goes a long way; I bought about four times too
much. Notwithstanding surplus cheese we were soon at camp and it
didn't take long to load up trailers. We took a little while to plan
where to put our tents; there's no denying that there was an
abundance of dung. But once tents were up the halloumi was put to
good use and a rather enjoyable lunch was had by all.
The afternoon was used
for a spot of fishing, and mince and pasta washed down with an
abundance of beer made for a rather enjoyable tea. I put my cooking
hammer to good use and chopped some firewood with it, and as it got
dark so we sat round the camp fire. People slowly went to bed, and
port and cheese were opened. Oh yes (!)
Eventually we staggered
off to bed shortly after midnight; pausing only briefly for the Rear
Admiral to lose the impromptu farting contest.
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