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.