Saturday
After a pretty good nights kip, bearing in mind the water ingress, I got up, whinged about the tent to anyone that would listen and made my way to get some coffee with Rob. I'd previously discussed getting up to the start line early but that was in doubt now, as the rain had started already and I couldn't face another day of being wet and all of my kit also being wet too. With that in mind, Rob and I asked Marc about a chalet and he had one left that we could have for a great price and it was big enough for all of us
Like Morecambe and Wise we done the deal and rushed back to the site to tell the others. Trev and Mike held strong but the others caved in easier than Tottenham's defence and we were soon in chalet 110
Only we weren't!! In my haste (and the sites questionable security) we had got in to the one next door instead and moved everything in!!
Arse!! 111 was pre-booked to someone else, so just when everyone was ready for a days racing, we had to unpack everything and move it next door.
Double arse!! Forty minutes later, we rocked up at the race and poor old Rob found that he still had the chalet key for 111 in his pocket, so he and Pete went back and the rest of us waited at the start line to see the action in the wet.
Yes Gareth, that is an old RX7 behind Herbie. No Gareth, it didn't win anything.
The only Rotary in the village
Much more tomorrow peeps
