I was woken at 5am by the
sound of one of my smaller nephews shouting that he was going to be
sick inside his tent. Heaven only knows why the thick child didn't
have the common sense to get out of the tent before throwing up.
Being the designated key holder is something I like. I feel that I'm
doing something positive for the event. And so I was unlocking the
gate at 6am. It's not like I ever lie in anyway,
With gate opened I
enlisted the help of a non-vomiting nephew to help me tidy up camp.
We had a quick wash-up of the wreckage and as the Rear Admiral made a
start on brekkie I led a team to the supermarket to get assorted
shopping. It was amazing how much stuff we needed. Paprika flavoured
popcorn for a start.
Shopping didn't take
long, and we were back on camp before 9am where we had a rather good
bit of brekkie. You can't beat a fry-up when living in a field.
We hosted a little
birthday party for a birthday girl. Party rings and cakes all round
was rather good, and then the Bat arrived for a day's visit, and in a
novel break with tradition I got a go in the boat. In over twenty
visits to Teston kite festival I have always heard about boating
missions after the event. Today I got to play at Somalian pirates.
Mind you I think that in getting into the boat I did something nasty
to my neck.
And having sailed the
seven seas we returned to camp (eventually) to a rather good
curry for tea.
With tea washed up and
the light failing we stood back and watched the night kites lighting
up the sky. And then we cracked open the port and cheese and had a
rather good booze up. In the meantime we heard about the exploits of
Bertie the Wonder Glow Worrm. (He doesn't burp, he doesn't fart;
he just rides about in his hovercraft...)
And feeling suitably
refreshed I staggered off to bed at half past midnight as the
geocachers set off on a spot of night caching.
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