I had a rather restless
night, finally dropping off only to be woken at 6am by my alarm.
Woken by the alarm - that never happens. I woke to a very wet and
murky morning. But the weather outside didn't matter. The weather
sixty miles away was what counted today. I checked the forecast for
West Sussex; dry until an hour after we would be setting up camp.
We'd better get a move on...
The Rear Admiral was only
a little late, and after a quick trip to pick up Tony, an even
quicker trip was made to Tesco for last minute supplies and following
an altercation with a red traffic light we were in Stanmer Park where
the weather bore no relation to the forecast. Andrew came over and
helped us set up; he's always been a good 'un like that. After half
an hour we had our communal tent "brown and smelly"
up, and also the Coleman's event shelter which I had blagged from the
astro club. The thing needed airing anyway (!) and if it
worked out for us I will probably get one for myself, but at two
hundred quid it seemed a rather expensive experiment.
Rather than putting up
our own tents we reversed my car under the event shelter and unloaded
whilst the rain had a particularly heavy downpour.
We soon had campsite set
up, and during a lull in the rain we went for a little geo-stroll.
Two First to Finds... two happy dances. We came back to camp to find
that some normal people had set up camp relatively close to our
tents. We smiled sweetly at the old couple, and as the in-laws
arrived we suggested they might camp between the oldsters and us.
They oldsters and the
in-laws argued all weekend long...
The rest of our number
soon arrived, and we had a beer or two, a rather wonderful curry, and
then I fell asleep for a couple of hours. I *hate* that. But being
woken for a drop of port and some cheese is never a bad thing...
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