Saturday was the European Championships, can you still say ‘European?’ This was again held in Grant Park, Forres, Inverness Shire so the bus was leaving at 6:30pm on Friday night with a view to arriving just before closing time. Previous bus trips to Forres have been smelly affairs; much beer coupled with teenyweeny bladders equals a mobile environmental disaster.
(1 week later)
Nobody wants to hear about the bus stopping because of the huge rain or the pea soup fog or a humorous anecdote about James the Hat or the Medic, a weary tale of sorrow at not qualifying for the final or any of that stuff because we have been to France and that is old news. Next up Albert, France
Ne peut pas attendre..