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| Reviews & Photos | Barle 27-29 November 2005 | |||||
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Oh dear, where to begin?! Well the journey started off ok until we reached Dulverton (or tried to!). The co-driver -we won't mention who but his name begins with an S and ends with an N - managed to misinform the driver, assuring him that it was ‘just a straight line from here’ - he neglected to mention that part of this straight line was a right and then left turn! About half an hour later, after a bit of a kafuffle with the reverse gear (it's down and up, down and up, ok!?) we turned around and eventually arrived in Dulverton, phew! Of course, once there we were naturally drawn to the local watering hole (it's second nature in the canoe club!) where we were meet by the local rednecks (‘getcha gun billy-jo we got ‘rselves some outsiders’) and fatboy-not-so-slim mixing it up on the turntables......his DJing skills were, ahem, questionable. Then it was back to the bunkhouse for some alcohol fuelled fun and games. Sadly, Pete couldn't stick around for the evening’s festivities, his mrs decided it was bedtime!
With everyone looking a little worse for wear on Saturday morning it was off to the river for an early start. After a great deal of faffing (mainly by the boys I must point out!) and some boat dropping (sorry, they were heavy!) we were in the water, and so too unfortunately was Lizzie’s wedding ring - Oops! After a few bumps and near impalements most of us arrived at the 'get-off', but hold-on Simon, where did Kate get to? Could she be stuck in a tree somewhere? And poor old Taz looked like she'd done 5 rounds with Mike Tyson, after being mauled by a rather savage bush (her plastic surgeon said it will only take 3 more operations to correct it!.....bless). Oh yes, I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank Marco for sharing his fascinating interest in wildlife (cough, bestiality!) with us! After freezing our backsides off for several hours it was straight back to the house for a bit of a rest and to prepare for our big night out in the bustling metropolis that is, Dulverton. Ooh.. have to mention the Konrad’s vibrator, saw Bens eyes light up when he clocked that one! Then it was off to the pub where we started the evening with a rather civilised meal, or 6 in Konrad’s case! In true canoe club spirit no night out is complete without several random shots and a couple of lewd sing-alongs, which no doubt provided great entertainment for the locals, especially the stoned tramp up at the bar! A suggestion of an apres-pub Sussex v Brighton snowball fight didn't go down too well (still don’t think two and a half Brightonians constitutes a side really!). Then it was straight to bed for a well earned sleep... not much of that could be done but Bri certainly scoops the prize for the loudest snorer, closely followed by Konrad and Simon! Anyway, after a not-so-early start on Sunday the more sensible amongst us decided to sample the delights of Dulverton and headed straight for the tearooms. Hmmm, orange drizzle cake, scones with cream and jam, choc fudge cake and hot tea...haha those fools paddling away in the freezing cold we cried! Whilst the fools...sorry the more adventurous, went off for a paddle and by all accounts had a pretty good time , and the question remains - if you are out of your boat and in the water does it count as a swim?! Meanwhile poor Lee had to go and pay the accommodation fees and got a bit of a telling off for the state of the house at the same time...it was quite funny to watch though! But we will never know who broke the chair. All in all it was a pretty good trip, roll on the next one! By Michelle (aka Rachel) Flockton and some help from Ben Nolan |