Day 2: 20th June 2010

If only all drizzle was lemon...

Sunday morning arrived eventually with the sound of birdsong - although we'd escaped the Gulls of Westward Ho! we had attracted the attention of plenty of other birdy type things. Early. Again. Oh well, the rest of the night's sleep had been good, if a little slanted due to the choice of pitches, but it could have been worse. At least the weather had been good to us.

Off we went to Sainsbury's for breakfast and to meet up with others who hadn't camped, and some of us tanked up art thew slightly expensive supermarket petrol station, then it was off to the hospice to start cleaning the cars and vans.

Whilst there, attention for some of us turned to sorting out Luna's dodgy electrics, which had led to Team Luna-tic not getting back under their own steam from Alison and Ian's barbeque. A dodgy fusebox was identified first, then some dodgy connections and then finally, after a couple of sessions with The Mighty Crimpers, everything was working again. Yay!


Lunchbreak was next, where many things were snaffled, and Penny brought out a rather gorgeous lemon drizzle cake, leading me to suggest it would be good if all drizzle was lemon, as it would help to wash cars without any effort. Chris mentioned that it might be a little sticky (as the bishop said to the actress), and I clarified that it could still rain, but it would have to be purple - if it wasn't, it would probably make doves cry. Particularly if it was a red corvette being cleaned, with a raspberry beret...

Our Prince marathon was interrupted by some lesbian cows, and cries of "Moo!" from Bug...

Once we got going again, the vans were washed and polished, and so we headed back to the camp site, via Asda to pick up a bucket, some salt and some ice - as our beer stocks had got a little warm thru the day. We managed to get a big enough bucket, but unfortunately we were beaten to the ice by other shoppers. Fortunately a cheeky word with the fishmonger saw us getting 3 bags of fresh ice - so thanks to him, we could get some chillier beer - Yay!

And so we settled down to a bevvy or two, discussing the meaning of the word "flange". Soon, Stacy was in stitches as the innuendos were flying (there was something about pelvic floor muscles which made her run away smirking, which was nice (BIG SMILEY))

Out came the barbeques, Penny and Ian's going up a treat and our "3 for a fiver" Asda ones not really doing all that well. After rather a long time, in which one half was cooking from the barbeque and the other half being cooked quicker by the sun, we had our sausage buns and peppered steaks - yum!

As the sun started to go down it was getting more chilly than the beer bucket, and some people applied extra layers - by the way, what's pink and has one eye? Yes, it's Stacy in a hoody (BIG SMILEY)

With what was left of the barbeques that had by now gone out, we combined all three and got them going again. Yea, and there was much wafting and warmth and we sat up a little longer as Hendrix was playing out of Dennis' boot, and discussed other LEJOGgers bottoms.

Eventually though, it was timned to retire, ready for our first Morrisons breakfasts and the run to Lands End...