Yesterday the weather
forecast for today was glorious. So the plan was to go back to the
farm this morning to do a little maintenance on the communal mess
tent and to put away dry tents. There had even been talk of replacing
gas canisters and rewarding ourselves afterwards with a fry-up or a
cinema trip. But I woke to find it had been raining overnight and
there was little chance of a break in the weather. So we left the
tents where they were; still in the rain. Hopefully they will still
be there in a few days' time.
And instead of sticking
with the plan, I got on with the ironing, and did a few small
paintings for the stall I shall be running on Sunday at the Psychic
Fair. They aren't the best paintings in the world, but bearing in
mind it's Father's Day this weekend there are a lot worse things you
could buy for your old man than an original
oil painting at knock-down bargain basement prices.
After lunch with the rain
having slackened off to a mere monsoon I went out and delivered
seventy catalogues full of bargains to an unsuspecting public. And
whilst doing so I had a thought. Quite a few of my loyal readers are
into camping and caravanning, and spend a small fortune on various
accessories from camping and outdoor shops. If you click on the link
above labelled "Stuff
for Sale" and have a look at the first
link there, you'll find all sorts of things which would be
incredibly useful in your camp kitchens and for camping in general.
And cheaper than you'd pay in the camping shops too (!)
And so home, where I got
another five gallons of beer into the barrel ready for camping. (I
suppose given notice I could supply beer for camping too!) This
lot is in readiness for the kite festival in Brighton.... if I go(!)
Much as I do like the
festival at Brighton, it looks like the availability of water might
be a serious issue this time.
In the past we've got
water from a toilet block a few hundred yards from where we camp. We
have two forty-litre containers which we empty and re-fill several
times each day. Each time involving a trip to the toilet block (easy
enough) and a trip back up the hill to camp (hard work!)
Over this last year the
toilet block had been burned down; this year water will come from
about four times the distance away. And during the daytime there's no
vehicle movement allowed on site (for obvious reasons). It's
not fair to expect the ladies or those under the doctor with knacked
shoulders to do the heavy lifting and carrying. Others of our
contingent have refused point-blank to fetch the water because it's
heavy. I've guesstimated that each water run will take me about forty
minutes; and I shall be doing three runs a day. I don't fancy lugging
water over the distances involved, but I expect I shall end up doing
so. I'll dragoon the Rear Admiral into assisting.
We won't be doing all the
washing up if that is the case though.... that job will fall to those
who've turned down the option to lug water....
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