Wooly

Paul Temple dropped in for tea on Wednesday, and mentioned that he and a load of lads from Nantwich would be in Woolacombe from today until the middle of the week. So myself and Dave (who popped over for tea yesterday, after picking up his ‘new’ Toyota Emina) decided to get over there to join in the fun.

We went in Dave’s new machine (maybe a bit smarter than my Freda, Toyota seem to have given a bit more thought to things, but Dave’s is not converted), arrived in good time, booked into the the usual camp site (Woolacombe Sands – “We’ve been coming here for years, we’re good lads, you won’t hear a thing from us…”), top gallery, great view, and then headed down the beach. Paul said he’d be here by 4pm.

Paul and co arrive by 6, by which time I’ve been in the water for over an hour, walked back to the camp site, woken Dave up and we’ve both had showers. We meet Paul in The Electric bar a little while later.

Unfortunately I don’t have any photos of the ensuing evening, but Rich, Dave (another Dave), Paul (another Paul) and Chris get a meal with us, provide great conversation and get drunk. In the end myself and Dave leave them to it (with a couple of students from Bournemouth) and walk back to the camp site in the dark. We sleep on a double mattress in Dave’s vehicle. Thankfully I only have to get up for the toilet once, given that Dave is next to the door.