Last night saw us visiting the beer tent for a few pints and probably
the worst fish and chips I have ever eaten, I only selected it because
the chicken quarters looked about a quarter of the size they should
be...the beer was fine though, apart from when it ended up all over my
rucksack...the night can best be described as noisy, the wind started
picking up in the early hours, whipping tent and tarp into a frenzy
that hasn't yet ceased...the skies are black, and it's feeling really
rather cold, so-I guess the message here is-be careful what you wish
for!
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