23 August 2007 (Thursday)
- Preparing for Bat-Camp
The plan was to take
a whole load of tents and such like to the farm today to set them up in
readiness for the weekend. It rained pretty much all day long. I eventually
got the stuff to the farm at 7pm, stuck it in a barn, and it can wait for
tomorrow, or for the rain to stop. Hopefully both. We got a fire pit and
a poo pit dug, so the day wasn’t entirely wasted. |
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24 August 2007 (Friday) -
Off to Bat-Camp
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Thought I’d get up
early & finish the packing. Whilst scoffing a bowl of muesli over “Fairly Odd Parents” there
was a knock on the door. “Rabbit
Boy” was delivering his emergency backup smalls. I’d barely got
back to the antics of Cosmo and Wanda when there was another knock. Another
camper (!) with even more emergency backup smalls. It is amazing how much underwear
some people seem to need. Perhaps I’ve not packed quite so well this time,
but we seem to have a lot more luggage than we normally take camping. At least this time a
lot of it won’t be coming back with me. For much of the camping gear, this
weekend is the equivalent of flying south for the winter, or until the second
weekend in June next year. It will all spend the winter in storage at the
farm. Martin soon arrived;. We made a quick trip to Tesco for cash &
petrol, and got some maggots from the fishing shop and then off we went to
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25 August 2007 (Saturday)
- Bat Camp
As always I’m up with
the lark at Bat-Camp, and by the time I’d washed, shaved & abluted it was only 6.15am, so I thought Id have an early morning fishing session. However, it was
rather foggy, and I got lost. I’m not sure how you can get lost walking
across a field, but I managed it. Eventually I found my way to the pond, and
spent a good three hours until the phone call for breakfast came. Brekky was good, but
by the time we’d scoffed and washed up, the morning was nearly gone. It’s
something of a tradition that the Saturday at Bat-Camp is a pub lunch (or “dinner” to the more salubrious
amongst us). We had a lovely walk up to the Chequers where some
really good sandwiches were scoffed, and we then fed the fish in the pub’s
pond. They were huge!! It was rather tempting to spend the afternoon in the
beer garden, but as we’d plenty of beer back at camp, it seemed rather daft
to line their pockets, so back to camp we went. |
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The afternoon was
spent somewhat leisurely, dozing in the sun. Me – I went back up the pond
fishing. In all I caught 122, which together with the 14 from the night
before gave a running total for the weekend so far of 136. Towards the end of
the afternoon I was joined by Martin and Tony who both had a go, one more
successfully than the other. And so back to the
campsite for a smashing Barbie, and then we sat around the fire late into the
night. |
26 August 2007 (Sunday) -
Bat Camp
Despite several beers
last night I was again up and raring to go before
6am, and with only an hour’s break for brekky, I stayed at the pond fishing
until about 4pm. Fortunately dinner (and beer) was delivered at mid
day, and shortly after this, Matt and James arrived for an afternoon’s
fishing. Or that was what they said. I am still rather mystified to what they
were actually doing all afternoon as they seemed to catch pretty few fish (!)
- as my total for the weekend stormed up to 273. |
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And so back to the
campsite where Father-In-Law had arrived to visit. An hour was spent hurling
arrows in the direction of various targets before setting about another barby. I volunteered the services of “Rabbit Boy TM”
to do the washing up, and hopefully he’s learned from my example that if you
want to scoff the leftovers, do it BEFORE you smother the dirty stuff with
washing up liquid. Tonight’s camp fire
was started earlier than usual. This had the bonus that I could enjoy more of
it before falling asleep, but after a quick dose of “Foo-Foo the Bunny Rabbit“ I was
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27 August 2007 (Bank
Holiday Monday) - Bat Camp
Despite a load more
beers last night I was again up and raring to go at 5.45am. One of our number
– I know who it was – forgot that today was a Monday and their alarm went off
at 6am. When you’re already up, that sort of this was quite funny. With a running fish
total of 273 I thought I’d just knock it up to a round 300 before brekky. It
took some doing – that last fish just didn’t want to be caught. After a
smashing brekky we broke camp, loaded it all up and soon were ready to go
home. Well, not that soon. In previous years we’ve been off by 11am. This
year it was late afternoon before the car was emptied. It has to be said we
did spend a little time hoiking dead fish out of
the duck pond. His morning Clive & I saw two large dead carp, and so we
sent the Navy (well, ‘er indoors on a sinking lilo) to get them out. A heron had spiked them with
its beak. They were far too large for a heron to eat, but it had still had a
go at the fish. But that couldn’t have taken more than half an hour… where
does the time go? |
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