better out the nin. i had a massive mixed grill the night before cos some gannet ordered the last steak... woke up early in the morning feeling decidedly rough but thought id be alright.
tent stunk of bad eggs
much later i realised i wasnt going to make it to the bog (or even out the tent) to lob up but fortunately i took a roll of binbags in case me stuff got wet.
made a handy barf bag.
dont think it had anything to do with the 2 cans of caffreys and 6 pints of red reverand lol
then i smelled everyone eating bacon and sausages & i was off again
pity the tramp who goes rooting through the bin for a meal lol
thanks to cheekySue who remedied me with some rennies and paracetamol, i was ok after that & once i got some wind in me face.
enjoyed it very much. the ride that is, not the lobbin up.