Camp

I bin to camp.

One of the drama groups PF belongs to has a summer camp every year at August Bank Holiday. This year we went. There was fancy dress, pub lunches, silly games, medieval banquets and campfire songs. There was the grossest caravan-loo emptying point I’ve ever seen (and that includes New Wine!), and the water tap was 1.3 miles away (I got the satnav to measure it for me).

We visited Monkey World and went to a medieval jousting tournament at Lulworth Castle.

Purple Fred, MiniFred and I all had a really great time, and we’ve already decided we want to go next year.

And now I’m very tired, and I’m up at half past five in the morning for work. G’night all!

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