Run to the castle2 was billed as acres of parkland in deepest
Lincolnshire a family oriented rally with lots to do like jet skis motor and
banana boat rides, top bands etc etc on the site. forecast was 30 degrees of
gorgeous sunshine and if last years was anything to go by a good time should
be had by all. That's till unlucky Alf pulls the LML out of the garage.
Sue was lucky, She had to take the car, as we weren't going
to go because of shift work, Sue agreed to baby sit the grandkids, Then I
managed to scrounge Saturday afternoon off so we went for the day with the
option of an overnight camp with the kids ....weather permitting. The weather
never permitted.
Leaving home there was a break in the weather and for the
first ten miles I was lulled into thinking it would be OK as I hit the
Lincolnshire Wolds the heavens opened up and I had another 28 miles to go I
didn't see another scoot until I passed Cadwell park and they were heading
away from Tattershall. I eventually arrived at a camp site which to be fair
had the sun been shining would have been beautiful but the sun never and it
was orrible mud everywhere very few tents or scoots I found Rob Rick and Baggy
fairly easily outside the club house so we we went in and had a chip butty,
a shandy and a yarn. We then found that the band for the night "Skaville" had
cried off and a clash tribute band "white riot" was replacing them.
A walk around the site proved our worst fears, that people
were leaving in droves. we headed to the parts fair and found Mark from
Lambretta art who was just packing up and leaving he was one of the last
traders there. The custom show was also looking depleted, for a split second I
thought about entering the curry special , well I have customised it with a
siren and a couple of lights I should have got best Vespa It was the only one
left! .
By 1600 it was obvious that the event had died on its arse and
I doubt if the evenings entertainment would go ahead so we joined all the
other dejected scooterist's and called it a day.
Many apologies to the AFSC member, number 180 , I didn't catch
what you shouted to me as I passed you until Sue told me when I stopped , by
which time it was too late to introduce myself. Rob tells me it was probably
Mitch. apologies mate. see you next time.
The weather on the way home was, if anything, worse than
going. but I got there with no problems and hopefully the Parka will have
dried ready for the Isle of Wight. Some people never learn, do they?
