Well here we are then. It's the morning after the night before.
Having physically recovered from yesterdays abusive bus passenger, if not mentally, we regrouped back at the ranch in preparation for our journey back to the shire. I'm sure I've pointed out before how the county signs that border eachother are worded. "Wiltshire Welcomes You" while you're "Welcome to Gloucestershire" and very true that is. Wiltshire does Welcome you (especially if your a prodigal son like what I is) but don't expect to be staying. 'Get orf moy laand' is the correct expresion. You are Welcome to Gloucestershire, in fact, please, keep it, take it away with you... Not entirely fair, but entertaining none the less.
So by 5pm we were to the manor born and all set to party the night away. The roadster did a great job of getting us here and all is well with the world.
The marquee was all decked out with balloons, banners and DJ gear and the Hog Roast arrived on the back of a trailer. Beer and wine were plentiful including a barrel of Waddy's IPA and a barrel of the evil that is Black Rat. What could possibly go wrong?? Well for one thing, the weather. 5.15 glorious sunshine, 5.45 a spit of rain, 6.15 a light shower, 6.45 no rain just some bracing breeze. Party started at 7 so predictably enough 7.15 the heavens opened and it gushed down for about 20 minutes. This did have a positive effect though as with all 60 guests gathered in the marquee, everyone got to know everyone without having any loners wanering about some lost corner of the grounds.
From here on in everything went swimingly. The breeze persisted making it all a bit chilly but patio heaters and the marquee provided sufficient shelter and the tunes were loud and proud.
By 3am it all flowed to a comfortable halt, which Mrs G and I only found out about this morning over coffee and bacon, as we were sparko by a piddling 1am. Unlimited amounts of IPA & Vino Collapso will have that effect.
Next mission is the journey home. I'm struggling to believe it's Sunday already, but at least there's a bank holiday (sadly without Cheese Rolling) and for some of us a couple more days without the grindstone. More sunshine please!!!
Having physically recovered from yesterdays abusive bus passenger, if not mentally, we regrouped back at the ranch in preparation for our journey back to the shire. I'm sure I've pointed out before how the county signs that border eachother are worded. "Wiltshire Welcomes You" while you're "Welcome to Gloucestershire" and very true that is. Wiltshire does Welcome you (especially if your a prodigal son like what I is) but don't expect to be staying. 'Get orf moy laand' is the correct expresion. You are Welcome to Gloucestershire, in fact, please, keep it, take it away with you... Not entirely fair, but entertaining none the less.
So by 5pm we were to the manor born and all set to party the night away. The roadster did a great job of getting us here and all is well with the world.
The marquee was all decked out with balloons, banners and DJ gear and the Hog Roast arrived on the back of a trailer. Beer and wine were plentiful including a barrel of Waddy's IPA and a barrel of the evil that is Black Rat. What could possibly go wrong?? Well for one thing, the weather. 5.15 glorious sunshine, 5.45 a spit of rain, 6.15 a light shower, 6.45 no rain just some bracing breeze. Party started at 7 so predictably enough 7.15 the heavens opened and it gushed down for about 20 minutes. This did have a positive effect though as with all 60 guests gathered in the marquee, everyone got to know everyone without having any loners wanering about some lost corner of the grounds.
From here on in everything went swimingly. The breeze persisted making it all a bit chilly but patio heaters and the marquee provided sufficient shelter and the tunes were loud and proud.
By 3am it all flowed to a comfortable halt, which Mrs G and I only found out about this morning over coffee and bacon, as we were sparko by a piddling 1am. Unlimited amounts of IPA & Vino Collapso will have that effect.
Next mission is the journey home. I'm struggling to believe it's Sunday already, but at least there's a bank holiday (sadly without Cheese Rolling) and for some of us a couple more days without the grindstone. More sunshine please!!!
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