A Kentish Weekend
Trip Start
Jun 03, 2006
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Trip End
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Bearsted, Kent,
United Kingdom
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Now we're grown up and well over 30, it seemed fitting to get together with the wives because we're sensible, drink less and couldn't possibly embarrass the girls (could we Nathan?). We've also never met on my home patch in Kent and this was the last chance to do that. I don't quite know how to explain the sensation when the Morris Men rolled up in their antique bus as we strolled through the village on Saturday morning. I suppose I'm not unused to seeing grown men with bells on their knees dancing with sticks outside pubs in Kent, but it's a different experience and I was bracing myself for the mockery to begin
01. Morris Men Arrive in Bearsted
. As for the village fate announcer with the plummiest of accents congratulating Mrs Tweedie on her £20 of Wilkinsons vouchers at the village fete..... Good job we found some nice places to sit, chat and drink otherwise the image of Kent would be tarnished forever (and it doesn't start from the highest of pedestals with my Northern mates anyway)! The football doesn't merit further mention, but at least England scraped a win and the Welsh girls draped themselves in St.Georges crosses - I've got the photos to prove it too. Fortunately, the wedding disco at the hotel was dull so any plans to gatecrash it were stymied.
Anyway, we had a great time together, enjoyed the sunshine, suffered a bit on Sunday, all except the admirable Lu who stayed on her health kick and then made lots of noise when we were feeling delicate. Next time, please go to the gym for longer Lu!
The best bit of all this is knowing that if I come back from my travels in 10 weeks, 10 months or 10 years, we'll probably all be able to sit down and have a natter and a laugh as if nothing much had happened in between.
