Camping

Went to the Bull i'th Thorn campsite near Buxton, for a weekend of camping, eating and drinking with Grant and all his gang, for his 40th. Friday night was great, lots of boozy fun, and a sing-song, of all things.
Unfortunately the overindulgence didn't sit well with Wifey's liver and she disappeared under a duvet until late on Saturday, whereupon we went home. Further recovery was then necessary and we went back to the campsite Sunday morning for the tent and motorbike. Never mind, Lynny, next time we'll make it to both evenings.

Built this on saturday morning, expecting wifey to appear from the tent at any moment.

Car - check. Bike - check. Tent - check... hang on, where's the missus? zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Fun with tents on sunday. Lyn flies a real one, Grant still delusional.