It transpired that when
my brother-in-law went for a tiddle last night (he was camping ten
yards up the hill from us) he left the tent open. Whilst he was
out the fox came into their tent, ate seven of their scones, curled
up and went to sleep on his sleeping bag.
Having been last to bed
last night I seemed to be first one up this morning, and had a
peaceful wash at 6.45am. Simon came to visit, everyone else got up
and we got brekkie shortly before 10am. Some of our number went on a
shopping run; others whinged about a broken flip-flop. The flip-flop
in question had lasted for about a day. However what can one expect
for only four quid?
I made myself a cheese
roll, and went down to help with the kiddies workshop. I quite like
helping at the kiddies workshop. We help the children make simple
kites which they then fly. Some of the children are fun and I enjoy
winding them up. Some are painfully shy, but eventually come round.
And some really do seem
to be brain-dead...
The two hours on the
workshop flew past, we were really busy. I then went back to camp to
find Steve and Sarah had joined us for the afternoon. We got the
parachute out again and played about with it, and then had some
rather good fajitas for tea. Then as the light faded various friends
joined us for a beer (or two).
Things became rather
vague, and we staggered off to bed shortly after 1am after an
impromptu astronomy session.
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