Arriving late on Wednesday night we saw the logs were burning bright amidst the flickering firelight yellow we found the gang relaxed and mellow. Woodsie and Graham the fire did stoke as Debs and Pat chilled in the smoke the music filled our hearts and head and Davie K. sloped off to bed. Thursday brought friends old and new Grant and Nat with bairns too that night our singing rose the dead and Davie K. sloped off to bed. Friday night with Sheilagh singing both our voices shrill and ringing Jim said "God that noise is dire" then flung himself upon the fire. Saturday lazing in the shade sipping beer and lemonade we might almost be in Devon kids and dogs in seventh heaven. A viking playing double bass with flaxon hair and fair a'face Dave Silk of his nuts a'sharing what a handsome suit he's wearing. Richards camera captures all he wants us for a photo call around the fire and all together basking in the glorious weather The marquees up the punch is ready Daves Knockholt knockout's strong and heady Pat and Debs have done us proud Joe Bazouki's singing loud. The party is going with a swing and Davie K. begins to sing in south Australia I was born who'll be up to greet the dawn? Auntie Olive at seventy nine takes a puff and feels so fine swigs Jack Daniels from the bottle it bucks her up and rev's her throttle. Mick is snoring to the beat of Dead Horses Misses flying feet Tequila slammers, punch and wine I've lost the plot but feeling fine. I try to sing but lose the knack I guess it's time to hit the sack so grab the dog and fall asleep and dream of vikings, nuts and sheep. Hope you all enjoyed yourself as much as we did and thanks to everyone who took home a bag of rubbish. The farmer was very pleased that we had a great time and the sheep expressed their relief that no revellers were wearing wellingtons. see you soon Sue and Mick.
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