Post Hesfes depression? It seems like a different world, something that couldn’t really have happened, but I’ve got the washing to prove it.
Oh well. Better get on. Got a tent to clean.
Post Hesfes depression? It seems like a different world, something that couldn’t really have happened, but I’ve got the washing to prove it.
Oh well. Better get on. Got a tent to clean.
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Yup I need to do my tent soon, not going to manage it today though. You have fun doing yours won’t you???? ;o)
HESFE, what was that? I have moved on….I just read Sarah’s blog of the MP2003 camp and felt a cold shiver run down my spine……
why? was it that bad?
I’m still waiting for Jax’s hesfes account - and Alison’s, for that matter! come on, guys
Well there are a number of problems:
1) Too small, not able to be anonymous.
2) Story-telling sessions….eek….
3) Sparky
4) Sparky
5) Sparky
6) Too many things for the kids to want money spent on.
7) It’s in Suffolk
So Sarah, what you gonna organise for us???
well, we were thinking of something for Wrong Trousers day, actually … but I don’t suppose you’ll want to join in anyway, will you
No, I think we’re doing something else that day!
Oh, btw C, Suzanna’s story-telling was great
And we can send the girls to Sparky’s by themselves 
Yes, I’ve got post HESFEs blues today as well
MP 2003 was fine. (more than fine). And after a widespread consultation at HESFES (ie I asked Sarah what she thought), I’ve told Hannah that this year she will be allowed to go to Sparky by herself.
Cor… you old misery! No one is forcing you! Maybe we could set up an mpwidowers grump tent.
Besides i really didn’t notice you trying to be anonymous at HESFES!
It was a bit bloody difficult to be anonymous camped on top of each other ;-)…I did manage not to talk to anyone I didn’t already know which is what I shall be aiming for at MP camp. And what do you mean noone is forcing me…..you’ll be telling me next that Max and Steve etc can’t think of a better way to spend that week….
“7) It’s in Suffolk”
Coming from someone who is (shudder) Welsh that is a bit ripe.
I sincerely hope we will intersect during your visit, if so, I will have to introduce you to the reason why I regard returning to Suffolk as a pilgrimage
Coming to MPcamp is one week out of a bloody awful office for max - thats a very good reason.
Merry, is that his reasoning or yours…..
Tim, hmmmmmm. Is it Norfolk or Suffolk where brothers and sisters marry each other?
Dunno, but I don’t have a sister, so I have to make do with a Geordie.
I am *not* a Geordie! I’m a Seggonite, for anyone who’s asking. And last time I looked we weren’t married…
Harumph - flippin’ southerners…
rofl - oh its marital harmony tongiht. And its HIS reason.
And its Norfolk… eyes close together… you go to Wisbech, its terrifying!
Wisbech is not in Norfolk, it is in Cambridgeshire. Now, I only grew up in Suffolk, I was born in Ely. Things are looking up in Cambridgeshire since they drained the Fens, my father tells me that the place to go for village idiots was a village called Isleham because there used to be a road in on one side and no road out the other side. They did indeed believe in “keeping things in the family”, it was a “close knit” community…
The sign for Norfolk occurs just before the town starts - so don’t roll on… i drove through it on Sunday!
Definitely in Cambridgeshire, but they are barmy enough to have stolen a Norfolk sign, to try and raise the tone of the place. You are right Merry, Wisbech is weird, a very odd place indeed. The whole Fenland area is strange and has an extraordinary history. There is a village somewhere in the north of the Fens (not sure which one) where the people were until lately genetically Celts, left behind as the rest were driven out by the Anglo-Saxons, so maybe Chris might feel at home there. Wicken Fen, which I think was the original National Trust site and one of the few bits of real fen left is well worth a visit. And there are strange and wonderful pubs like This One (known to locals as the “Dish”).
Chris, The Fens also provide a built in solution to any genetic deterioration through inbreeding - long straight roads with right angle bends where they intersect the fen drains. Splash!
I have a friend who lives in March, just along from Wisbech, and I got a rash visiting her. Some places here are inbred, but that was seriously scary.
“I have a friend who lives in March, just along from Wisbech, and I got a rash visiting her.”
I think that may be the funniest comment I’ve ever read