The Easter break at Dover Castle was anything but a break - it was HOT! Very, very HOT!
The new tent survived its baptism of fire, and in fact looked very big, but pretty good.
However did I mention it was big? Anyone looking over from France would have thought a new white cliff had sprung up at Dover Castle. Also, the first time the tent was set up was quite fraught. In fact, "There were blue words over, the white tents of Dover......." (Thanks Jonty.)
This hot weather has also occasioned a potentially scurrilous tale about Hammo, that famous resident of Frisby-on-the-Wreake. Apparently he is now spending his time loitering around the chiller cabinets of Tesco, helping the ladies in their t-shirts with their peas.
Now Dover is not the most blessed of towns in the UK. It has a magnificent Castle but.... We have tried staying there in the past and it has never really been a pleasant experience and so we decided to stay in Canterbury.
Lovely.
A beautiful city with some fantastic architecture. However, Canterbury is very,very POSH! It is so posh that even the street drunks air-kiss each other when they meet. This is true. I saw it happen. More than once.
It's the royal wedding this weekend, along with the extra bank holiday. London will be rammed. No matter what you feel about the royal family and the money being spent on the wedding in this time of hardship for many in the country,
and the quite interesting row over the guest list (only Tory ex-prime ministers being invited, no Labour ones), there is nowhere else in the world that can do pomp and pageantry like us. I am sure that as a spectacle it will be stunning.
Well off to the gorgeous Audley End today for a Victorian weekend.
The 'phone has gone a little quiet on the Toastmaster front - but then that is par for the course at this time of year, it's now time to work through the bookings that came in earlier. My next job is at the gorgeous Stapleford Park.
It is for Louise and Michael whom I met a few weeks ago. They are delightful and it will be a lovely day.
Anyway, time to go and shove few kids up some chimneys to get myself ready for the Victorian weekend.
Live Long and be Toastmastered.
