Cause, you, you and I... Back together

We always believed that the kids were so young for so little a time, it was important that we spent as much time with them as possible, and left them with as few people other than us ... (and the Gran)...   The one guaranteed day out was the Beer Festival in the Town Hall. 

There was another day that we did twice or three times,... at Christmas time... but since he was arrested it's not cool to say that GG Christmas Concerts were a brill night out!

Anyways, yes, the Beer Festival.  The two of us would troop down to the Town Hall, partake in a half or six of beer, and then Gran would come down about 7 o'clock, with the kids, and drive us home, slightly weary..

Sooooo, several years down the road; and on our own... we decided to take ourselves off to an ALL WEEKEND BEER FESTIVAL!

Woooo Hooo. 

We set off at 1030, and arrive at Loch Fyne for 12.30.  Tent up by 1.30 and we sat in the sun; eating our pack lunch and watching the other campers arrive.  Wow People Watching Fiesta.  It was amazing. 

4 pm and the beer tent opened... we toddled down and collected our tokens. We reckoned 30 would do us for the weekend...

Four half pints later, we toddled back to the tent for dinner.  Not for us the on site catering services.... Not when we had steak and chips back at the tent...

And we ate our steak, and smiled as the security men came round.  The glanced around the campers, and headed over towards several of them.  They stopped at the Tent next to us on one side, "Curfew at 3 am this morning folks, remember to get to bed, and quiet down".  Nodded as they walked past us and said the exact same thing to the tent next door and the one next door to that, and the next one. 

We sat there and pondered our sedateness and age, and were saddened that they didn't feel inclined to warn us. 

In our misery we wandered back to the beer tent, and began testing... the music was playing, the beer was flowing, the music played louder, we laughed more, and drank more, watched the dancers, loved the music, drank more beer, felt the ground shake with the energy of the dancers. 

Then we moved outside and sat on the hay bales, and listened to the music without the bouncing.  We watched couples and families,and stags and hens, wobble back to their tents.  The bands finished and the disco started. 

Eventually we decided when the people watching had begun to dry up that we would stagger back to our tent, which we did, most elegantly, used the portaloos in the dark - it was 1.30 am doncha know.... and giggled quietly into our tent, quietly satisfied that it was our sniggering and zippers that were waking up all the tents on either side of us.. 

YES!!! We were the latest ones to bed!!