Again I heard someone's
phone alarm going off at 6.30am. Someone's phone has the same alarm
tune as mine, and someone has not turned the thing off. I got up and
chatted with those who were already awake, and as I abluted so
everyone else got up. Again we had an early brekkie. And with little
wind four of us went on a very quick geocache hunt. We found two, and
we found a couple of other geocachers too.
Back to camp where Sarah
and Steve had arrived to visit. We sat and chatted and dozed before
playing with the solar scope, and then having another go with the
kites; the wind was beginning to pick up. At mid-afternoon all the
kiters gathered for the traditional photograph of all the Testonians.
Eventually a photo was obtained, and we carried on with the kites. I
had an entertaining five minutes with some normal people who were
quite taken with my pyro-fish kite, and we played with Chinese
dragons too.
And all too soon the
afternoon was over, and most people were going home. Not everyone
stays overnight; most people go home, and it was sad to say goodbye
to so many friends. With everyone else packing up I spent a couple of
hours tidying away banners and things that could easily be tidied
away before we had a rather nice tea of fajitas and a couple of
rounds of Blokus.
"er indoors TM"
was expected back from the National Convention of Candle-Floggers at
about 10.30pm, so we sat and chatted about crime, punishment and
fidolatory until she finally arrived shortly after midnight. By this
point the port was all gone, so we had some amaretto instead...
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