Back home to normality after a few days camping with the foreign folk.
Not as busy as recent years, but a jolly good time was had by all, ( except during the hangover hours )
Commodore class on the ferry was lovely. Telly, complimentary coffee, fruit, mini bar and brekkers. So poash.
I found a hill whilst on a run to Leige.
Romeo, yes thats his real name, arrived late on Friday and I got the pleasure, whilst looking for him in the pitch black of the campsite, of shouting Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo. Well ... I thought it was funny ... but it might have been the beer.
These foreign chappies, and chapessies with their GS,s are a bit more rufty tufty than us and seemed to have a great time playing in the REAL muddy stuff. Film of the days events were shown in the bar to the great amusment of the crowd. I heard someone shout 'Heinz, vot ein tosser' when someone disappeared into ze bushes half way up a muddy incline.
Weather could have been better but most of the rain was through the night.
Well orginised with bar, bonfire and barbie. But no restaurant on site, which pissed Jez and meeself off a bit, but there was a chip and sausage van which filled the holes where the beer hadnt got to yet.
There were not as many British compared to previous years.
Met a lovely Polish girl on the ferry home. She had travelled from Poland to the ferry in one day on a 600 honda, and was going to Aberdeen to work.
Some gal!!. She asked me where I had been. I thought I would lie and say I had been roond the world, but I resisted. Gorgeous light blue eyes and she was my next cabin neighbour. Even though I am the double of Brad Pitt, she never came knocking on the cabin door in the middle of the night. Poor lass was probably tired.
Photos are not very good, but I will let you see a few if you dont mind.
Not as busy as recent years, but a jolly good time was had by all, ( except during the hangover hours )
Commodore class on the ferry was lovely. Telly, complimentary coffee, fruit, mini bar and brekkers. So poash.
I found a hill whilst on a run to Leige.
Romeo, yes thats his real name, arrived late on Friday and I got the pleasure, whilst looking for him in the pitch black of the campsite, of shouting Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo. Well ... I thought it was funny ... but it might have been the beer.
These foreign chappies, and chapessies with their GS,s are a bit more rufty tufty than us and seemed to have a great time playing in the REAL muddy stuff. Film of the days events were shown in the bar to the great amusment of the crowd. I heard someone shout 'Heinz, vot ein tosser' when someone disappeared into ze bushes half way up a muddy incline.
Weather could have been better but most of the rain was through the night.
Well orginised with bar, bonfire and barbie. But no restaurant on site, which pissed Jez and meeself off a bit, but there was a chip and sausage van which filled the holes where the beer hadnt got to yet.
There were not as many British compared to previous years.
Met a lovely Polish girl on the ferry home. She had travelled from Poland to the ferry in one day on a 600 honda, and was going to Aberdeen to work.
Some gal!!. She asked me where I had been. I thought I would lie and say I had been roond the world, but I resisted. Gorgeous light blue eyes and she was my next cabin neighbour. Even though I am the double of Brad Pitt, she never came knocking on the cabin door in the middle of the night. Poor lass was probably tired.
Photos are not very good, but I will let you see a few if you dont mind.
....I don't remember seeing him overake me after that 
) for what looked like a fun weekend of getting dirty.
... I was thinking I'd left them hanging out of the slot in the Givi top-box (and they'd dropped out), but when I checked my phone and saw a message from my wife, I realised that as I was leaving, and pressure to "git" was being applied... I left them on the table..
