Saturday night was spent around the open fire that Danny provided and he took the helm when it came to
sorting out the BBQ. Sausages and burgers came from the grill like a never ending conveyer belt until all
had eaten their fill... then a little more. Banter and laughter filled the air as the hissing of beer bottle tops
popped open. All this while sat next to the river side of the bunkhouse camping grounds reminded me of
what it is I love about this biker life.
All the extremes and everything in between to be celebrated, even Neville’s legendary snoring! There was
the stark contrast between the one person set up and then Howard and Anne that brought just about
everything you could ever want. The packing at the end would of had Sir Sterling on his feet applauding the
military like snap to the space saving loads... and of course Jasper the dog.
We are booked in at the same place around the same time and perhaps looking to make a few tweaks here
and there. Neville to sleep in the next county may be one change as I don’t think Tony’s hearing has
returned yet!
See you at the next one.