I don’t really recall a lot of what happened on the subsequent day from arrival. I spent the morning backwards and forward to areas containing either porcelain or duvet, it wasn’t until later in the afternoon that I recovered enough for the night ahead. For me it was a quiet one, for others (especially some late comers) it was quite a hectic one that involved some serious catch-up and the inevitable doom that comes part and parcel with it.

The morning of events dawned, I felt much better that day than the previous and so getting up and enjoying some breakfast and sparkle yelling at people to sort their vehicles at was nothing my head couldn’t handle. The first event of the day was touted as a sedate cruise to our later point of automotive activity. (For some this proved to not be the case at all.) We got everyone organised to depart and littered the gravel driveway of the camp with our eclectic garner of fine steeds.

Morning Steam, Coffee.. and Cream

The majority managed the cruise without ill affect and despite a few niggles with sparkles initial plan and the reality of early morning children’s sports we made our way to enough of a lay away that the majority of cars could park in the one point for a small photographic opportunity, as such;

Convoooooooy!

From here we carried on through some magical scenery, annoying the crap out of any car waiting at an intersection as it would have to wait for some 40 cars to pass before it could merge into what would normally be a quiet piece of highway.  It was during this cruise that I longed the most for my pathetic piece of swiss-cheesed steel known on this site as the 110-Project, however being the navigator for the cruise co-ordinator did the trick well enough and allowed me to dangerously hang out the window in the rain to take photos like an idiot.

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