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After having a nightmare at work last week and a very busy afternoon on Friday while trying to leave early (shouting “Don’t these people know its Friday”) I finally got home in time to be collected by Mark at 5.45. 30 minutes later Stewart arrived and we were on our way down south. The trip took about 2 ½ hours which included stopping at Tesco to pick up some food and lots of beer.
When we got to Croyde we had a campsite over looking over the beach (which was about a 5 minute walk) and the guys had sent the tents up next to some bushes which stopped the wind hitting out tents.
After a few beers we headed off to Croyde village to one of the busier pubs and sat around chatting and drinking until 11pm when they chucked everyone out. But on the way back to the campsite we passed the village hall which had a late licence and a band called Eleven who have now been added to my friends list. (If you guys have a chance to read this we where the old boys at the back on Friday night).
Once back at the campsite we stayed up until 4.30am drinking and I also fell over the guide rope while pissed which was one of the funniest moments of the weekend as I lay on the floor of the entrance of Dean’s tent laughing at myself.
Next morning we got a moan from the women of the family of the tent next too us for being to noisy. Fair play to her to come up to a bunch of guys and tell us, god knows why the guy never came over, I bet he made her.
After breakfast we all split up. John, Stewart and Dave went cycling. Dean, Paul meet up with Simon and went drinking/shopping and Me, Matt and Mark went surfing. Matt went off on his bodyboard while me and Mark bought a couple of wet suits (as I never wanted to hire out some ripped up dirty one) and hired a couple of surfboards.
Matt was the most experienced out of us, Mark did it about 3 years ago and the last time I went was 12 years ago. The funny point of that day involved Mark losing control of his board on a wave and it flipped out of his hands and smacked some guy in the face, completely taking him off balance as he fell into the water.
I managed to stand up a couple of times for about 3 seconds and managed to kneel up a few times without wiping out. I did however enjoy just lying in wait for waves out as far as the furthest surfers out at sea. It was all friendly and everyone was easy to chat to.
After surfing we stayed on the beach for a while before having a shower in the very open showers shared by both sexes and then headed off to the pub to watch the football scores come in and meet the other boys.
In the evening we headed back to Croyde and have some food and drink before getting back at the site at 12pm. Matt and Simon let down Stewart’s tent so you could see the outline of his body and Dean argued with Paul for about 20 minutes about him nicking his quilt to find out it was still in his tent.
Sunday we just had breakfast in a café by the beach before setting off home to watch the football at 3 in the local.
I was meant to go around Sarah’s house for a BBQ for her birthday but was too tired so I headed off home and watched War of the Worlds before falling asleep for a bit.

Hope you all had an eventful weekend. Next week a great nans 100th birthday. An achievement on its own.