The plan was to get to
Teston Bridge Country Park by 10am, and we did just that. There was a
minor disaster when we realised that we'd left the key to the car's
roof box at home, but that was nothing that a quick phone call home
wouldn't cure. Or nothing that a quick phone call home wouldn't cure
if only people would actually answer the phone...
We met up with the warden
as planned to collect the key, we met up with Dick, exchanged a few
insults, and were putting tents up by 10am. For some strange reason
our communal mess tent "Brown and Smelly" didn't go
together as easily as it might have. I've no idea what the problem
was. As we worked, so more campers arrived. Even more might have
arrived earlier had the Rear Admiral not forgotten his air beds.
I made a start putting up
the banners. They look good, but do take a little while to assemble.
A dozen banners took over an hour, and then it was lunch time. With
lunch scoffed we had time for a quick bit of geocaching; it
transpired that there were three within two minutes of where we'd set
up camp. And within a few minutes not only had I found three more
geocaches but I'd made more converts to geocaching.
It was a hot afternoon,
so much of the afternoon was spent slobbing and drinking lager. Not
an unpleasant way to wait for tea time to come. Tea was worth waiting
for; chicken strips was very nice. As was the home brew I'd knocked
together for the holiday. And with tea eaten and washing up washed up
we relaxed and had a few beers. There was a minor mishap when someone
got themselves locked into the overflow car park. I didn't have the
keys to that. But I was reliably informed that this was a problem
which was soon cured. It must have been - within minutes of the
problem arising I was drinking port. I quite like a bottle of port in
a tent after dark...
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