No
showers, although strangely, we were given a bar of soap in our goody
bags.A form of Chinese
torture perhaps?
Bob the Badger and
Julie arrive late.Bob’s
steaming – Dave left him behind at the meeting point.A cold glass of beer and a cigar soon cheers him up and he’s
all smiles again.Don’t take it personally – Dave’s left most of us
behind at one point or another.
Nick
advises on how to put up a tent.
Not
heeding the advice about the 8% cider – Dave hasn’t either, so at
least I’m not alone.Coffee
last thing at night – Dave’s remarkable impression of the original
boneless man or “Fillet de Kenway”.I fear I’m not much better off.
Wild
animals and foraging sounds in the dead of night.
Waking
up at 5.00am to go to the toilet.Seeing
Ian walking back to his tent.Can
see his mouth moving but can’t hear a word cos the earplugs are still
in.Nod head agreeingly.Hope I got away with it.
5.15am.Back in the tent, sun’s up and making me feel like a boil in
the bag.This will be the
hottest day of the year yet.
Nick
hasn’t snored all night.
Steve
arrives in time for the 10.30am ride out to Herne Bay.10.20am and I’m ready ahead of time for once.“What’s that down the front of yer t-shirt?” says Steve.Mad rush to get changed before everyone leaves before me.Dave’s running around like a headless chicken too – similar
stains, most worrying!Blame
it on the cider.
“Hoots
mon, whits that doon back of yer shirt?” asks Dougie.I ask him if he enjoyed the B&B on the way down from
Scotland.
Steve’s
clean and shiny bike.Steve’s
new friend.The reason for
the clean bike obviously.
A
lively ride out to Herne Bay.Until
the accident.SL&S
reliably stop and render assistance.Me with my reassurances, Al with his first aid kit.(Wish I’d brought
mine!)Driver of the
rear-ended car badly shaken and has whip lash.Steve with his wit – “I know of a great party tonight if you
feel like coming along afterwards?”
Lunch
and soft drinks in Herne Bay.Missed
the cream teas though.
Back
to the site, hot, sticky and damp.All too much for me so I collar Dave Johnson and get him to pour
a bucket of water over my head in the car park so I can freshen up a
little.Maybe go a bit
overboard with the deodorant and perfume afterwards.
Sitting
down to another pint of cider.Unknown
man in his late 20s walks up to our table and asks us if we know where
Sid is.Steve pipes up,
“He was just here a minute ago mate.Come with me and I’ll find him for you.You got to watch him though – he’s a bit of a
transvestite.”Man later
turns out to be Jet Black, the Drag Queen compare for the night.
Dave
Harley and his over confident strutting.Excellent voice redeems him though.
Nick
and Dave pogoing to Anarchy in the UK.Poor, squashed, Dave.
5.10am
- Unspeakable, squishy things in and around the toilet.
5.30am
– start to get that boil in a bag feeling again.
Nick
has snored….
Pack
the tents and push off as soon as possible.Wish Dougie another good night in the B&B on his way back to
Scotland.
Decide
to go by motorway so we can move at a decent pace and let the wind cool
us down.Accident closes
the motorway and it’s that boil in the bag feeling all over again.
Finally
get home and put the bike in the garage without unloading.Straight in the shower – blisssss….
