First things first though - I had to nip into one of the other BFU bases to beg, borrow or steal something a bit more suited to carrying firewood:
It was a short final, but nothing out of the ordinary up here - down in one:
Having begged for what seemed like an eternity (& then finally winning a game of 'Paper, Rock, Scissors') I managed to get the right kit for the gig:
Just a quick stop for some firewood & we were on our way to meet the rest of the gang.
"Just one thing Coke - exactly how big is your campfire, I mean, how many people are coming?"
"Oh - it's a fair size sir, most of the guys froms Hanks will already be there":
"Where d'ya want 'em boys - anywhere?":
Bombs Logs away - just before the wind turned *cough* *cough*:
Time to make a quick exit before I cough up a lung. Some of the guy's have radio'ed in:
"We need some more petrol, the fire's starting to die a bit in the middle"
"Ok chaps, smoke me a kipper - i'll be back in time for breakfast":
Reckon this should be just about enough unleaded to keep the fire going into the night
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Cheers,
TSC.
Bar by Mees
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