Last night Somerset

Ahh, the last few hours together spent playing games and sitting around the fireplace telling tall tales. And short tales. Before the tears start. When one-by-one each of us slowly pack up and pull out of the park, on our sad journey back to reality! No Mum. I don't want to go. Can't I stay a little bit longer? (Oh, won't you stay-a-ay a little bit longer? Please, please, pretty please??) Enough with the tears! It's time!!

We had a couple of nocturnal visitors tonight, with a feral cat stalking across the grass. Then a mob of kangaroos came thumping down past us to the riverside, or is that dam side? to feed on the sweet and lusciously tender grass at the edge of the water, their silhouettes shining in the moonlight!

In spite of the full moon, no-one started howling at it, so I don't know if that was a good or a bad thing. Then, whilst we were all sitting around the fire, telling tales and sharing far too many details for good sense, a brush tailed possum casually strutted on past, frightening the bejesus out of many of us! Heart, do not pound so. It's only looking for Bangers Ugg boots to mate with!

Peter and the others cooked up a storm whilst I was lazing around in the bed, overcome from trying to keep up the frenetic pace over the past couple of days! I'll have to go home for a rest, after this holiday! This is all too much fun and excitement for this old heart to bear! Who are you calling old? Surely you couldn't be refering to moi, could you? What do you mean? Yes, you could! (Bawling starts!!!) Don't be a wuss!!!

We've played mini-golf, trying to get little round balls into seemingly square holes. We all think that the first off the mark must have cheated, because his usual score per hole was either a 2 or a 3! We had to keep asking if anyone actually saw him get those scores. I'm not saying he was cheating, but come on! Can anyone achieve those results by fair means? When it came time to declare the winner, everyone knew who won, so there was no need for any other scores.

The first round of players asked us what our average score was. We're like, did we really want to know? (I tore the scorecards up, because we all had so much fun, no-one was actually a loser. What more did we need to know?) But definitely fun and hilarity was had by all! To think, all these years I thought that playing golf was equivalent to watching grass grow!! How much fun would that be? Little did I know that I might, just might, become a convert. We'll, perhaps we won't go that far, but it was a lot of fun.

One of the local hotels has a sign at the entrance to the park, stating they would provide a pick-up service for anyone wanting to eat there. I rang to book for 13 people, but they told us that the van only seated 11, thus 2 had to make their own way in. When the bus turned up, there was an extra person in the van that come along for the ride! What? Are you kidding me? Why would they do that? It meant that the youngest had to sit on the floor and duck down every time we passed a policeman. Eeekk! Where were their heads at? I shake my head in disbelief at times!!!

So now we're all getting sad about leaving tomorrow. Must it come to an end? Yes, Peter Pan. Everyone has to grow up sometime. And do some adulting. Now it's time for the Land of Nod, as the eyelids grow heavy and start to close all by themselves. Yawn?!?!! Goodnight folks, fans and others. It's time to stack some zzzzzs. P.S. Note to self: proofreading is a must when the soft sounds of snoring start rising, instead of precision and crystal sharp concentration!Lue lisää