Arrived at 6.30 pm on Thursday. Went in the pub.
"We're with the GS lot"
"Who?"
"The BMW GS lot"
"Who"
"Errr. UKGSer"
"No. Nowt like that booked this weekend. Park over there"
So we did and we waited, and waited, and waited. Then we went to the pub to have some of that warm salad that Beano recommended, washed down with a few pints of Doombar. Wondered if I should get a T shirt printed with 'Are there any Tossers in here?' Thought better of it next morning after the beer had worn off.
Went for a ride to nearby Gloucester to see if Dr Foster had seen any Tossers. Couldn't find him though.
Funny that.
Found a sign that asked me to park neatly.
So I did my best.
Found some plaques hung in some little arches.
Then came across this big church.
Sat in a garden and wondered about what to have for supper that night. Still thinking about the T shirt too.
Then discovered some water with some boats on it.
There was a gurt big thing for lifting things nearby.
Turned a corner and thought I'd taken a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in Mississippi.
Back to the pub and found some tossers sunning it up after downing a bottle of gin! NB Thus does not apply to the tall man and his good lady.
Richard gives his verdict about (I dunno what) but his expression said different than his gesture!
Went to the pub after that and forgot the rest!