Well Folks,
What a great few days away at the Kevington "Hilton" Hotel just relaxing, drinking, relaxing, drinking, and I nearly forgot, drinking. The usual suspects failed to turn-up, but those who did had a great time.
The Captain, ably assisted by Tony "The Gas" did a magnificent job with arranging the camp, and especially the cooked breakfast each morning. Two "R's" Garry supplied the meat and the steaks were melt in your mouth. The only let down was that the plumber (Tony The Gas) brought the wrong gas fitting for the billy burner. We managed to boil the billy in the camp fire, which somehow we burnt about 2 tonnes of wood in. Probably something to do with Ronnie "The Pyromaniac" getting everyone to put two logs on every time anyone got up from their seats.
As usual, "Best On Ground" went to the Captain. He managed to take a tumble carrying a carton of stubbies and a bag of ice. He was all over the place, but managed to regain his composure and didn't break one.
Ronnie had a small supply of crackers and managed to scare the *@#+ out of a few of the locals. He would have had more except the Captain told him a copper lived over the road from the pub. Another lie Captain.
We did do a bit of hunting while we there and manage to mount our game in the pub (see the pictures below).
The Love Shack:-
Regards,
The DMTC
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