Well, as it happens, the plot that had been put aside for us was tiny - at a squeeze we might have got half a dozen cars on there and no tents and so we decided to move further up the field where there was a bit more space. Trouble was, that even over there was another occupant that made more noise than Andy Robinson and Big GP sharing a tent and this thing was to be run 24/7.

And this just demonstrates how friendly our hosts really are, because they offered to unplug, move it to the other side of the field and rewire it so that it did not bother us. At last, something had gone well.
The subject of noise and snoring had already come up with the generator, and I was then subjected to the usual barrage of banter and abuse that I get when trying to pitch a tent. I can snore for England and I am mighty proud of it. So instead of getting pushed to the edges of the field like I normally am, this time I decided to have my revenge by pitching the tent smack bang in the middle so that I could then keep everybody awake with equal noise and vibrations.

Not long after the tent was pitched up did I notice an awesome looking car coming over to see us. Now it may not be everybody's cup of tea, but I for one absolutely loved it. It looked so cool, but I also noticed that it had a UK number plate on it.


Who on earth would do something like that? You must be a few sandwiches short of a picnic


And then the penny dropped. It was Pat Masters and Becky and they had purposely built this car in order to annoy the Germans. Absolute lunatics of the first degree. Take a good look at this photo people because their idiocy is infectious and there is no asylum in the world that can contain them. Do not engage in conversation, and if you see them, just run, run away, run for your life.

We stumbled across Ruben who had found a small hole in the ground and was reluctant to get up to greet us. Judging by the look on his face, he obviously had a lot to get off his mind, and the nearby loo roll now made us wonder if the toilets here were going to be any different to the Osnabruk IBW.


It was time to get some supplies, and we remembered that there was a local Spar shop just down the road. Chad managed to line up 3 Doons together and gets extra points for this being in a foreign land. This was also the first time we had seen Patricks new build. There should have been 4 of them here, but added to our list of "What else could have possibly gone wrong?" we will now add Nigel and Fiona whose 4x4 Doon sadly broke its gearbox on the way to the Ferry and had to make the journey over here in their Freelander instead.

A word of caution if you are in a supermarket with Mark Darby. He is one of those that will put items in your basket whilst you are not looking. I was a little cross to turn around and find a beer crate in my trolley. The reason I was cross was because I had to then lift it out and replace it with another one as Mark had given me one with many bottles missing. Come on Mark, if you are going to do this, at least make it a full crate. The crates here are just over a tenner each, and if you can be bothered, you get 4 euros back on them too if returned.

Finally back to camp. Tent was up. Cold Beer being consumed. We had made it.
Hopefully that would now be the last of it, I mean, what else could possibly go wrong?
