Last
night was the Hythe Venetian fete. It was rather worrying that a
teacher on my Facebook list referred to the event as the "Vanician
Fete".
Despite
the light drizzle this morning I put the lead on to
"Furry
Face TM"
and took him for a little walk through Willesborough. Had I left five
minutes later I would have seen an email and would possibly have had
a "first
to find"
on a newly released geocache. But I didn't. Such is life.
This morning's walk was
something of a pain. I lost count of the amount of cyclists I nearly
fell over because they were on the pavements with earplugs in which
effectively made them deaf. Cyclists should be on the road; not the
pavement. It says so in the Highway Code.
Martin arrived, and we
set off to shopping. First of all to the fishing shop. I was amazed
to see perfectly good polaroid sunglasses for sale for fifteen quid.
If I want prescription sunglasses the polaroid bit costs sixty quid
alone. And I can get the whole (non-prescription) lot for
fifteen quid. I'd like to think this isn't blatant profiteering from
the optician...
After a brief stop at
Tesco we made our way to a certain farm in Smarden where clans
gathered and we set up camp. We arrived in rain, and started setting
up camp in the rain, but the rain soon petered off. And having set it
up we repaired it. The mess tent has some life left in it, but I
think it' s fair to say that the gazebo is now fit for the bin.
A few beers were sunk,
and after a flying visit from Foo-Foo (the bunny rabbit) er
indoors TM" arrived just as it was getting
dark and announced that we (I) had forgotten all the cooking
pans. Woops. So after an impromptu drive home we finally had tea at
about 10pm. I staggered off to bed somewhat the worse for wear as
others went lamping. Lamping apparently is an obscure country
tradition by which you wave lights around in fields in a fruitless
attempt to catch wildlife which is nowhere near as daft as you might
imagine it actually is.
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