I have mentioned before
how depressing I find the sound of rain on a tent. Despite being
incredibly tired it wasn't long before I was laying (wide awake)
listening to the rain. I went for a tiddle at 2.50am, and finally
gave up trying to sleep shortly after 5.30am. I got up, saw last
night's washing-up still waiting to be done, and had a shower. Once
scrubbed I managed an hour's sleep in the mess tent before doing the
washing-up myself (again).
We had a rather late
brekkie; the ongoing rain meant that most of the morning's plans were
off. So we slobbed about. The Rear Admiral left us at mid-morning,
and shortly after that the rain stopped. The forecast was for a fine
afternoon, so pausing only briefly to collect Lisa from the train
station we went out to the village of Penshurst for a little walk. As
we walked we saw World War II pill boxes and deer.
After a quick bit of
rather good tea we walked down to the evening's event; a quiz. With
thirty-odd teams taking part I think it's fair to say we didn't
disgrace ourselves.
And again the beer flowed
till midnight; somehow or other I wound up modelling my onsie. The
garment seems to have developed something of a cult following...
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