Progress was good for the most part, the slowest part being the 18 miles of the M42 and our new route through Bristol City centre (best described by saying it in a Sean Connery accent).
After a few funny looks, particularly when stopping at a Bus cafe and a Burger King, we were well on our way and aside from a low point through tiredness at about 1500 we managed to get to the camp site at Westward Ho! At almost exactly 1700.
Our fancy dress and Dennis' new look also seemed to go down well with our fellow LEJOGers, quite a few of which had already arrived and set up.
We decided on a spot to pitch, got set up and after a bit of a meet and greet we were ready to head off to the barbeque hosted by previous LEJOGers Alison and Ian.
A thoroughly good evening ensued, and after all the food was gone and all the available wood was burnt in the chimnea we said our goodbyes and headed back to the campsite.
As luck would have it, Braddick's was still open so some of us nipped in for a "swift pint" - of course such a thing doesn't exist and with there being a buffet on, we stayed for a bit longer...
This morning I wished I hadn't had quite so much of the cheesecake - Braddick's facilities were sorely tested, though some of us have theories that my gut rot may have been caused by the amounts of Tribute consumed. I couldn't possibly comment...
So off to the Children's Hospice for some of us to wash the mini buses and for others to have their own cars fettled: Baz with his anti-handbrake exhaust and Team Jellybean with their borrowed Charlie Brown radio. there was nothing to do but whip out my tools and lend a hand...
Once the quick tour and the excellent cream tea were polished off, and some of us had tanked up our minis we headed back to the campsite for
Terry's pre-run briefing. The usual things were covered, a few route updates (for those of us who'd been allowed routes again) and it was time for tea at the Sunshine cafe.
Following fish and chips (and Michelle's anti pea rhetoric) we settled down outside Terry's tent for a chat and a beer or two.
Once the conversation had gone through running down the locals in the Galapagos with horses and Terry talking of toilet-based budgie disposal, we all drifted back to our tents. Some kip is needed before we tackle the drive to Lands End tomorrow 8-)
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