Wicker Man

Trip Start Sep 13, 2007
Trip End Ongoing

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

The fact I hadn't visited the beach for the entire duration of the trip was grinding on me and it needed fixing. Despite the fabulously looking warm sky it was absolutely freezing. As you can see the beach was packed with people in their winter woolies. I wore a pair of shorts and had a blanket poncho. To cap it all I paddled in the sea and can absolutely confirm it was bloody freezing. However I did manage to take lots of very good photos.

The evening was in complete contrast a supernatural affair. Firstly I'd attend a Harvest Festival church ceremony where I believe a virgin was captured and then sealed inside a wicker prison cell, built in the shape of a man. Fortunately this didn't happen and all we did was sing a few hymns and bow our heads accordingly.

Now those who know me, know I give no time at all to the pagan festivities of Harvest Festival, let alone attend a church. But my parents insisted I should attend if only to have the post-religious debauchery meal. There were times during the service I had to stop myself from laughing, I mean it really is so completely out of touch with reality. The attending bishop tried to inject some contemporary view but lost me completely with the phrase "global warming and all that". So Mr Bishop, what do you mean by "all that"? There's barely enough science to support global warming as a man-made phenomena. He carried on and by the end of it I was completely convinced he was mad.

A more entertaining reading was from a lady who looked like she'd had an entire harvest festival to herself, consisting mainly of Magnum ice cream no doubt. She read from the Old Testament - that's the one where you have to interpret as it's too unbelieveable - compared to the sequel, called The New Testament. The reading was basically capitalism - expanding your crops, expanding population, expanding livestock etc.

By the end of it I was desperate for a beer so off to the Cow Shed we went, only to find it was already half full with people who didn't attend the service. Now, even I thought this was poor form. The meal was ok. Substantial but not special. The conversation from my end was heavily sarcastic:

"Oh the vicar has a chair free on her left side."
"That's for the Holy Ghost..." I quipped.

We left for yet another cold night in the awning. I expect to be woken up by a naked Britt Ekland pounding on the outside of the canvas.
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