The day started much as
any other; we had a dog walk in which Fudge only fought with one
other dog; he did however crash a cyclist.
The Rear Admiral arrived
a few minutes late; having had a minor episode in Tesco's (Apparently
these things happen from time to time). We collected Tony and set
off for the Hop Farm in Paddock Wood where we were camping for the
weekend.
We knew we'd be arriving
early; normally check-in is after 9am but we'd arranged with the nice
lady that we'd be there early. Unfortunately we were met by the
sour-faced misery-guts who made great effort to put on a show of
deliberately ignoring us until the nice lady arrived.
Eventually we got checked
in and set up camp on a very windy morning. So windy that my tent
ripped (a little). But "er indoors TM"
was soon on hand with tent repair kit. And a spare sleeping bag for
one of our number who'd forgotten to bring one.
With camp set up we
opened the home brew. Not too shabby at all (!) An evening
meal of chicken carbonarra went down very well, and I particularly
liked the fact that being on an organised camp site meant that there
were proper washing-up facilities in which I could do my thing
As the evening wore on so
other friends came to visit, and the beer flowed freely. A fire pit
appeared, as did port and cheese, and it all became very vague....
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