So, 9am set off it was from J38 and on to meet Bry at Woodhall, then Big Chris at Watford Gap, it was like a 'Giddy Kipper convension'!! More room for trailers under the motorway bridge! We all kinda knew how the weekend was gonna play out, we just didn't know the twists and turns, but boy were we in for another great one (as always) for the Northern 'Bubble' Club!!! You had to be there!
This truck looks good from any angle, Im still not sure that Dranny aint gonna miss her when she's gone!
Woodhall services to pick up Bry & Mary.
We stopped off for gas on the dual carriage way on the way in to top up. The relevance of that statement will all become clear later on. (You kinow who you are!) and the chuckles began....
And so 'Tent Wars' began in a rather damp field, luckily Tim had found relatively good island which for him was rather good as he's not optically blessed!!!....
Interupted only by D's sedan having a moan and the bottom hose deciding it was time to rip its pants to bits....
But in true 'Chipmonkey' style it was soon cool and worthy of a very professional bodge!! :-)
Took four people that repair....err bodge.!
So after the explosion, normality resumed and the swearing re-commenced as the tents fought back.
Once everyone had had a successful errection, the only remaining this to do was to drink beer in Drannys truck!
and after a few cans, Big D took a shine to Grum's ass, as can be seen here. What can't speak can't lie.
So moving on to the NHRC award.
Tim having paid his forefeit for not presenting the Trophy at the last meet presented it to Deano.
Deano, having just replaced his hi tec fuel cap having left the last one at a garage some months earlier, well he did it again on the fuel stop before we got to Billing, an act of sheer stupidity that not only cost him a further £60 but gained him a trophy. Well done mate....I think?
Then theres was Grum who when asked by a chap in a caravan and pick up for a push out the mud he was stuck in, pushed from the rear of the pickup whilst the rest of us went behind the caravan knowing exactly what would happen.
Ahh yes, an act of total stupidity worthy of the trophy!
So we'll leave the tropy thing there for now shall we.
Pretty normal night really, Pub, Food, (almost) food fight, loadsa lafs and Drannys truck was screaming for forgiveness, it aint built to carry sooo many, it scraped and sparked its way there and back, Big Chris appologised has vowed to loose weight!
We got back in the truck, and fell across this, its 'of the moment' for me so took a quick pic...
and so back to NHRC base camp for a sedate evening?
Hell no....
Drannys truck bit mi finger, we had no plasters so Caroline being the caring person she is improvised and hey ho. Kitchen Roll and condom!!
and it got worse.........well it goes with the van I suppose!
Yeah baby.....
Top night so time for a wander.
Dranny only had the one thing on his mind, and he was gettin it by hook or by crook
Then Chris.....
Back at camp we had a few more beers as it got to sunset and the barbies came to life, this first day was shaping up, it was gonna be a cracker, ..... we were greeted by this, it set the tone I guess.... (though the NHRC do not condone this behaviour!)
Well that was pretty much day one. ill be back with Day 2 soon.