Wet is the Word
We'd 'ad a nice Sunday lie in, then mum an' dad start gettin' the gear ready, so of course we're all up for it ain't we. OK, the weather ain't best as we pile into the BeastBus, but like they say, fings can only get betta - 'ow wrong can they be.
'Coz fings didn't get betta. Kind of sussed it was a bit iffy when dad put on our billy goats inside the 'addock an' bloater. When we got out it was wet, an' I really do mean wet.

You can see the enthusiasm!!
One 'as to question the sanity of 'umans wot is prepared to drive an 'our up the frog an' toad in the pourin' Cynthia Paine, only to get out of a dry van to go for a ball o' chalk in the stuff.
Fing was, we weren't the only ones!! There's more nutta's out there than you can shake a stick at - well, out of our lot anyway, weren't no else out an' about 'ardly.

Spot the crowds
We was at Melton Country Park, wot is a great place, but it always seems to be naff weather.
'Course, it was nice to see our china plates, and there was a couple of new boat races, but the natter was some what muted - fink everyone wanted to get back in the dry, except Sol and Kai; both the Gingas was well up for it (they're pals again) an' were 'arein' about after a ball most of the time.

Sol being good
Fing is though, though it was sopping wet, would we go an' do it again? 'Course we would.




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2 Comments:
No matter what else might be going on, you know that all's well in the world when the Gingas are doing their thing!
We're a mad bunch! My lot were definitely glad to get back to their warm beds. We were that cold the central heating came back on for the night!
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