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August 2016 (Friday) - Off to Camp
I
suppose that really I should have gone straight to bed after the night shift…
I didn’t. I loaded up the last of the camping gear I would need, and as I had
my shower so the doorbell rang. Martin had got a taxi round
with his gear. I told him off – I had every intention of driving round for him. We
loaded up Martin’s gear and drove down to the fishing tackle shop for some
maggots. I used to swear by “Ashford Tackle”; in the two years since I last
went fishing they’ve been taken over by “Angling
Direct”. They probably could have been more rude
and disinterested, but they would have had to have made a serious effort. We
then went on to Tesco for the makings of lunch, and then drove out to Smarden where I had a minor disaster. The idea was to use
the cigarette lighter attachment of my power pack to charge my phone during
the weekend. But as I unplugged my one and only adapter from the car it
spectacularly exploded into about a dozen separate bits. Consequently
power was at a premium, and I decided that as I was on holiday I would have a
holiday from the Internet as well. The
idea was that we would get the communal tent “Brown and Smelly” up, then my
tent, then I would have a little shut-eye. It was a plan which suited me. But
we did it in reverse order. We got my tent up, then “Brown and Smelly”, and
after a rather good lunch of squeaky cheese and a pint I found my head
nodding. I
woke to find that Jimbo had arrived with the little
dog he was looking after; I dozed off again and woke to find Terry and Irene
were with us, I nodded off again and woke to find that "er indoors" had arrived with "Furry Face". Terry
and Irene had prepared a curry for tea. Oh it was good. I had seconds. And I
dozed off again. I woke to find everyone else had adjourned to bed. So I too
went to bed. |
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August 2016 (Saturday) - At Camp
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Being unable to power
my CPAP machine I knew I would have a restless night. It didn’t help that the
airbed I’d bought for a fiver had been money down the drain. I saw every hour
of the night. I gave up trying to sleep shortly after 6am, and had a fit of
the giggles when I saw "Furry Face TM". We’d set
up his basket in our tent, and he definitely had a “what the hell is going
on” expression as he looked around. Early morning fishing
is traditional at Bat-Camp, and so I went to get my tackle. Jimbo and his pup had just got up too, and we made our
way to the pond. We quickly set up (well, I did) and were soon
catching fish (well, I was). However the
fishing was slower than it had been in previous years. Where in previous
years I might have had thirty fish before brekkie today I had six. At nine o’clock we
made our way back to camp and joined in the ongoing concerted tidy-up. Last
night’s tea had been rather late. We had all agreed that clearing up the mess
in the dark would have been silly, so we all tidied and washed up. I say “we
all”; I did a load of washing up, then sat down, and woke to find the
kitchen had moven outside to the open air, and that
brekkie was ready. |
Brekkie was rather
good, and as it was a rather warm day once we’d tidied it all away we had a
little look around the pond closest to camp. We’d fished in a pond further
away because it wasn’t quite so overgrown, but the pond closest to where we
camp has always been dear to my heart; possibly because on Sunday November
the second 2008 I think I actually had cardiac arrhythmias in that pond. You
can read all about it by looking up that date here. As we looked around
the pond and got ripped to pieces by the brambles my dog found a fox’s tail
and started trying to eat it. As I prised the brush
from his powerful jaws I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the
rest of the fox. We then set up the
event shelter, sat in the sunshine and had a pint or two. Hic! Jose and Maria
arrived, and we went back to the pond. Some fished, some swam, and Jose
played with his new toy – he’s got one of those remote-controlled drones. He
was using it to take aerial videos of what was going on. I was impressed; but
surprised at how short the battery life is on those things. Just under half
an hour. As the Hoseys left so Chris and Matt arrived. They set up their
tents, and I watched from afar; offering sage advice as I drank more beer. Jimbo was on cookhouse
duty; fajitas are always a camp favourite. I had
too much to eat. And again time raced away from us. We’d made a point of
deciding to have an early meal so we could tidy up in daylight, but again
failing light meant we left it all until the next morning. Port was passed
around, but not too much. Perhaps I’m getting old; in previous camps we would
have emptied two bottled of port; this evening we shifted maybe a quarter of
one bottle. I made my apologies
and staggered off to bed shortly after 11.30pm… |
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August 2016 (Sunday) - Home Again
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My airbed was utterly
flat; I was trying to sleep directly on a rather lumpy field. I woke at
1.30am with the most excruciating stomach pains. It was wind; it was probably
going to be a fart, but I wasn’t going to take a chance. One of the things I
don’t really like about camping is the toilet arrangements. I messed about in
the darkness trying to find my boots, then staggered across the field to
squat on a bucket only to find my suspicions were correct. It *was*
only a fart. Mind you it was a rather impressive one at 1.30am. I’m not quite
sure who gave it a round of applause but someone was clapping. I went back to bed
and dozed fitfully until 6.30am when I got up to go fishing. Jimbo soon joined me; he brought a cup of coffee with
him. Sterling fellow! Perhaps it was rather mean of me to laugh when his
stool then collapsed under his weight. Fishing this morning
was somewhat brisker than yesterday; we both lost count of how many we’d
caught by the time we had to go back to camp for brekkie. Brekkie was good; it
always is at camp. I was about to start on the washing up when Tony offered
to do it. I didn’t need telling twice, so we left him to it and went back to
the pond for more fishing. We fished until mid-day. As for morning wore on so
the fishing became slower. We gave up, and
wandered round to the pond closest to camp. Matt and
Chris had cleared back the brambles and were fishing for bigger carp. And
they’d caught some too. |
then sat about
chatting for a while until lunch arrived. Bread and cheese sounds a very
simple lunch, but bread and cheese in a field can be heaven on Earth. We then
played with "Furry Face TM" for much of the rest
of the afternoon. Bearing in mind how ill he has been recently I was in two
minds about taking him to camp, but the little break seemed to have done him
good. On Friday Batty had bought him a pig’s trotter and he’d munched it
during the weekend. And this afternoon he was playing his own variation of “fetch”
with whoever would play it. It was with something
of a heavy heart that I left everyone at 5.30pm. Camp carries on till
tomorrow, but I really need a decent night’s sleep before work. I came home;
much as I like camping, I like a shower and a real toilet too. I’m worn out…
I’m off to bed. |
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