I've now spent the last 24 hours fretting about rain turning
the site into a swamp and the 'orrible thought that I might have
to take Lindsey pillion cos she would not want to go dirt biking
on the ST.
Everything held off weather wise so by the time Friday evening
came it was still dry if cloudy.
A phone call from Andy said they would setting soon so we decided
to meet them there.
A couple of hours later we're on the site, at the hill by the
lake (if you've been to the Farmyard you'll know where I mean)
and absolutly no sign of the Darlington contingent except Mr
& Mrs Reg who have been waiting for ages apparently.
After a while we bump into Reg who hase been waiting all day for
them. We set up camp and wait...
Eventually midst much a coughing and spluttering of engines and
lungs they arrive.
Gilly, the birthday girl, basking in the warmth of the Farmyard Party
Points of interest
1. Ever one to push the boundaries of good taste and sense to the
limits Hilly has modified his panniers. You know how most people
fit carbon fibre bit to make their bike lighter, we Mr Hill has
used a slab of granite.
2. LT John is going to be a daddy.
3. It was Gilly's birthday.
Several hours later we have established base camp in one of the
marques and are, if not already, at least well and truely on the
way to been ratted.
Eventually around midnight Lindsey and I head back to the tents.
Once there we are soon joined by various others so the fire is
lit and the party continues.
Our intrepid heroes ...
By about 9:00 we're awake and thinking about breakfast. A lazy
morning follows till around midday when Hilly, LT John, Lindsey
and myself decide to go for a ride.
We take the B road, via cafes, for a thrash to Beverly where we
have lunch, then the boring and busy A roads via Bridlington
towards Scarborough. We stop at neither of these places but have
a most enjoyable thrash back to Helmsley.
Helmsley centre is full of bikes and bikers, there is a band
playing on the back of a truck and the car park attendant is
nowhere to be seen.
Back on the site we settle down in the sunshine to party...
Some time later
Lindsey is knackered/pissed so we wander back to the tents. There
are several lumps of wood left so I arrange then into a neat pile,
pour a beercans worth of petrol onto it and ... woof, instant
bonfire.
I sit there drinking coffee and listening to the echoes of "Its
not unusual ..." bouncing round the valley untill it starts
to rain which send me scampering for me bed.
Zzzzzzz
Another year and another Farmyard and it's already time to drag my abused and knackered body back to sunny Durham.
Jo, pissed...
...again.
Gilly eats her tea
Paddy eats ... something
Paddy tries to erect a simple deck chair,
much merriment followed