Weston Super Mare

Every year I meet up with a bunch of my university friends in a UK seaside ‘resort’ and we party like its 1999.  Well, we used to (especially in 1999).  These days we have a few drinks, dance, eat and wonder how long it’ll be before more kids than adults turn up.  This year we re-visited our 1997(?) venue of Weston Super Mare.  The last time we were here I was able to drink, heavily, there were (I’m pretty sure) no kids, JD slept on the lawn of the hotel with a dog, and I jumped off the sea wall and landed on a concrete ramp, forcing beach patrol to come out and check up on me.  Thankfully I was diagnosed as having no broken bones by Mike, a dentist.

This time the evening passed smoothly, I was introduced to baby Saffiyah, I ended up in Dave’s winning Sunday crazy golf matchplay team and I headed back to Dartmoor happy to have experienced some sunshine and laughter.