What a weekend! Friday night my beloved and I were on cooking duty so 11 of us had spag bog and garlic bread. This made a change from curry, which was beginning to be our signature dish, but I think that next time we'll be back to some sort of spicy dish.
It's a lovely setting at Teston by the river with a beautiful medieval bridge and on Saturday the weather wasn't too bad with reasonably strong winds, so lots of kites came out, although a few got caught up in trees and Great Ormond Street Hospital received donations. At dinner time we had a downpour but quite quickly the sun came out and there was a little rainbow.
I went to bed reasonably early as, for some reason, I felt tired (maybe it was the wine the night before?) and missed the unfortunate incident in the mess tent. A visitor, who was himself uninvited but appeared along with his friend who was related to one of our group, helped himself to our drinks and then disgraced himself by urinating inside our big tent. He was firmly thrown out but the next morning seemed to be smirking and, although he apologised to one or two people, certainly gave the impression that he was actually quite proud of himself. We were all very angry and hope never to see him again.
He quite spoiled Sunday - one of the most pleasurable things about camping with our friends is that everyone is easygoing and always ready with kind humour, but yesterday morning no-one seemed particularly easygoing and to add to the gloom, it wouldn't stop raining. Those who'd planned to stay on till Monday decided to pack up and leave rather than stay another day in the wet.
This morning my beloved put up one of the tents in the garage to dry it off and I was back at school for another intake. Only 8 today, with ages ranging from 17 to 47 and all eager to learn. I got home about 2pm and my beloved had set up the other other tent in the garden. The weather was really sunny - such a shame it wasn't like this yesterday.
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