Another weekend and another 30th birthday party in Cambridge! This time it was Des' turn. About 30 or so people had been invited to Parker's Piece (an open grassy park) in Cambridge for some picnic action.
K & I drove down at lunchtime on Saturday with all our camping gear. We met Clint & Emma and Martin & Charlotte in a campsite in Cherry Hinton (just outside the city). It was a nice place with lots of small enclosed areas rather than a big open field.
After pitching the tent, we taxied into Cambridge and met up with the sizeable party. The sun was shining and so the park was very busy with picnickers, footballers, cricketers, frisbeeists and general sun lovers.
As afternoon turned into evening, we moved ourselves to a pub called The Bakers. Paul had reserved some space inside but most people gravitated towards the terrace at the back. Lots more beer was consumed, drinking games were suggested and everyone went home well-oiled. One reveller had to ask the taxi driver to pull over so he could hurl in the gutter, but he shall remain nameless. Suffice to say, he'd have been punching his leg in embarassment.
On Sunday morning, the campers awoke to more hot sun and some thick heads. However, we discovered the magical properties of Barr's Irn-Bru as a hangover cure and soon got going. A game of boules was the order of the day (won by Martin, I think) before decamping and heading home.
Another top birthday weekend - thanks to Des and Daisy.
K & I drove down at lunchtime on Saturday with all our camping gear. We met Clint & Emma and Martin & Charlotte in a campsite in Cherry Hinton (just outside the city). It was a nice place with lots of small enclosed areas rather than a big open field.
After pitching the tent, we taxied into Cambridge and met up with the sizeable party. The sun was shining and so the park was very busy with picnickers, footballers, cricketers, frisbeeists and general sun lovers.
As afternoon turned into evening, we moved ourselves to a pub called The Bakers. Paul had reserved some space inside but most people gravitated towards the terrace at the back. Lots more beer was consumed, drinking games were suggested and everyone went home well-oiled. One reveller had to ask the taxi driver to pull over so he could hurl in the gutter, but he shall remain nameless. Suffice to say, he'd have been punching his leg in embarassment.
On Sunday morning, the campers awoke to more hot sun and some thick heads. However, we discovered the magical properties of Barr's Irn-Bru as a hangover cure and soon got going. A game of boules was the order of the day (won by Martin, I think) before decamping and heading home.
Another top birthday weekend - thanks to Des and Daisy.
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