Another hot morning saw
me out of bed and out of tent before 7am. This time I just sat in my
chair and watched the world go by. The view from our camp was rather
good. I dozed off and woke an hour later to find everyone else was
up and about. In a break with tradition we didn't have our morning
fry-up in a sandwich. Being Sunday we had brekkie from a plate. It
was either out of respect to the baby Jesus, of from fear of being
struck on the hinders with a frog. I'm not sure which it was.
As the shoppers went off
shopping I wandered down the hill a little and spent some time
chatting with the in-laws who were camping next door. And then it was
time for the kiddies kite making workshop again. Some of today's
kiddies weren't too keen on the idea of flying their kites into trees
as they wouldn't be able to get the kites back. Apparently no one had
told the children that before mothers are allowed to have children
they have to get the gold certificate in tree climbing. When I
explained that if their kites got stuck then their mothers would
climb that tree as fast as a fish they all seemed more pleased with
the arrangement.
With four hundred
kiddie-kites made we then went and flew some kites of our own before
helping with the site clear up at the end of the afternoon. And once
sous-chef had done his thing with an onion we had a rather good curry
for tea. We then got the Blokus out and had a good go.
More beer, port, Pimms...
it al got very vague (so I am told), and so to bed at
2.20am...
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