Well, this is the first blog for a while so let’s do a news round-up of some of the good bits!
Ceres(Fife)…was in a word, brilliant.. We arrived at stupid o’clock in the morning to be given such a warm welcome it made getting up at 6am worth while.
Ceres if you have never been there is tiny! The event field was about the same size as a school footy pitch, but what Ceres lacks in size it makes up for in personality. It was sunny, the customers were lovely and people were just loving the designs. We went home happy, sunburned and looking forward to next year’s games.
In between then and now we have been touring quite a bit….Glengarry(lets not talk about that..no really), Cupar, Luss, Stirling, Loch Lomond. We met some fabulous people from home and away and had a great time at all of the games.
We met the Ghurkhas in Alva which was totally special and one of whom left the stall chuffed to bits with his map print tee-shirt which I think he was wearing home – no bag required!
But I’m digressing; let’s get to the here and now. And what a keeker of a time we’ve had this past week. Some ranting follows but please indulge me.
Having discovered a little too literally in Cupar that the tent wasn’t waterproof, we treated ourselves to a new gazebo.
The website said that this thing was all singing all dancing. It was waterproof, hurricane proof, bullet proof and did everything short of putting your lipstick on for you.
Alas it wasn’t true. We got a gazebo yes, it did have a frame and a cover and yes, some sides too.. But that’s where the similarity of it being a gazebo ended. Call me cynical, but when I think of a roof being waterproof, I think of something that doesn’t have holes in it. I think of something that doesn’t look like it has been in a fight with a half man half Alsatian in an east end pub. We were disappointed ( correction I was fuming…David was disappointed).
Crux of the story is….Gazebo people(you know who you are) saga on going…but we will fight the good fight! Jacq x