| Three cars left for Wroughton air field on the Friday at 18.00hrs. When we got there it was sunny but very windy. The tents were put up, Kinsley's light gave out and his airbeds sprung a leak, but that's the joy of camping. It was very windy but also very sunny so we settled down for the night after a few cans with the excitement of what to come running around our heads. Saturday - we lined the three cars up not knowing
how many other cars were to come but we left gaps in the line ready for them. We put the flags up and the poles ready for the bunting that was coming on Sunday. Another three cars came and lined up with us. After they had put their tents up we were soon walking around the auto jumble. It was massive with loads of stalls. The scrapheap challenge was going on in the far side of the field and more and more cars filled the show. After we had had something to eat we played rounders and even with my hindrance our
team won.
During the evening we went to watch Steve Solo sing with backing tapes. He could not make us out as two of us were wearing our Christmas 70's fancy dress. The girls spent a lot of time on the dance floor. One child got up on stage and sang happy birthday, both in English and in Welsh as it was Lynda's son's 18th Birthday. When we went back to the tents balloons were around his tent and we all had cake. After we settled down for the night we could hear the laughter from
Richard's tent as he fell over trying to get into his sleeping bag. It reminded me of the advert on telly where the chap goes to the supermarket to get milk and pretends it's from a cow he milked.
Sunday morning during breakfast Karen was giving an impression of what the snoring was like and from what tent it was coming from - I think Phil won. After we had eaten the other cars arrived - a total of 14 cars and the gazebo, bunting, tables, chairs were erected and we went for a walk around the science museum. I found a car there that would have suited Keith - it was steam and did 10 miles to the gallon of petrol, one mile to the gallon of water with a top speed of
15 miles an hour.
Soon it was time to pick our team for the silent challenge. Our team ranged in age from 18 to 60. I was a cheer leader as I knew my lungs would not withstand the gruelling 20 minute relay race. The other teams were Army cadets and quite a few youngsters. I thought we were in for a hammering. One team had older people and one was even in a grass skirt. but our driving skill and a good Captain got us to first place so we won the cup. It was all in fun and in a good cause,
well done team. Write up by Geoff |