~ Camping ~

camping

On a damp weekend in September, 6 brave BrumGoths decided to go camping to this camp site in North Wales. Much fun was had although I didn't take that many pictures (I'm crap I know...sorry).

Friday

We arrived at the campsite in time to put the tent up in the dark. Correction, Gary put the tents up in the dark, while me (Bex) and Jazz wandered aimlessly around, picking up tent poles and saying 'what's this one for?' to each other. It is to be noted at this point that Zesty and Eddy hadn't arrived.

After much wandering about looking vacant the tents were up and Nathan had arrived. Well, what better than a pint after all this hard work. We wandered up to the pub in the campsite and indulged in a couple (of pints).

Several hours later Eddy phoned to say the campsite is NOT on his map and that they have, in any case, taken a special Eddy patented short cut.

Many hours (and many more phone calls later) it transpires that Eddy has in fact folded the map and the required campsite is on the other side, plus the shortcut seemed to take them the long way around. An hour later they arrived.

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Breakfast at campsite consists of peanut butter sarnies and last nights left over beer!

Saturday

Saturday got up, went to the pub (where Eddy poured a pint down his front for no apparent reason). We visited Caernarfon. Peered at the castle, watched the bridge and found a nice cafe for lunch. Lunch would have been quiet were it not for Jazz, who pulled a pole off the wall that was across the windows where he sat. Unfortunately it was attached to all the other poles and he sort of demolished the place, much to the confusion of the waitresses.

We all followed Nathan out, who said 'Thanks' to the waitresses....er... then we realised we hadn't actually paid for it yet!

Later we went to the pub, played pool, drank and loafed. Post pub we decided to sit around a campfire with more beer. We didn't actually have a camp fire but one built itself out of tea lights and crane flies with suicidal tendencies. Have you ever stopped to consider the flammable properties of Crane flies? Just think of fireworks (ooooo! ahhhhhhhh) combined with the smell of pop corn (!). Many strange revelations were made that night, and I'm glad I've forgotten them!

Quote of the day: Eddy - Is it me or does my head hurt?

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Gary and Jazz proving that taking a tent down with a hangover provides added complications

Sunday

After much sitting around going 'urgh!' we packed up the tents and went home.

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To you, to me, to you, to me......the *original* chuckle brothers

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