the first communal camping trip in some time saw a dash to the gower in south wales, mainly because we could be there so quickly. unfortunately knowone bargained on the swansea black hole which took us through the mumbles in the abertawe vortex and out at the other end of the space time continuam at llangenith beach. fortunately me and nays got there nice and early, with a pick of pitches, and therefore didn't have to encounter mikey carroll on the gate like everyone else, we did still have the somewhat stressful task of saving pitches for everyone which can only be likened to stopping pritchard building a steel monstrosaty on an open piece of land in cannock town centre. anyway, eventaully everyone arrived, and all was good....i.e. whiskey was drunk. morning came and rather suprisingly dyke, lucy, bob and myself decided that the first thing we should do is go in the sea, which proved to be a stroke of genius as the waves were fine and the hangover was cured. bob tried his hardest to convince everyone that the water was full of swansea's excrement but that didn't dampen spirits and knowone believed him.....the 3-eyed fish was a little odd though, but hey, thats what you get when you swim in the bristol channel. the afternoon passed with some more sea action and a bit of toe-breaking beach football, and just as we were contemplating getting the barbie on the heavens opened so it was all into dykes tent for an evening of steak, wine and whiskey in the presence of a semi-professional chef. after a night of high winds and rain in which everyones (50 quid) tents were fine but bennys (600 quid) everest thing was battered and broken, we awoke, wandered about a bit before deciding we might as well just head off...for some reason i was ridiculously sun burnt - which is odd with the lack of sun - hence doing some a grade moaning. no theres a suprise.
cathphrases: "wow wow black pudding", "the streets are dirty too", "i'm semi-professional chef me"
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