Devil's Punch Bowl, Hindhead.Back from the Nissen huts. Just a couple of GP visits for the punters and discovered we had someone who continually wandered off and got lost, but who we always managed to find eventually. All reasonably OK until we came back and a punter fell over. We hope she has recovered. The 'Night in Vegas' outing on the last night of the holiday was enjoyed by all.
I have never slept on such an uncomfortable bed , and for a whole week. There were tea bags, milk cartons and instant coffee and sugar sachets in the room, but no biscuits or drinking chocolate. The rooms were not well cleaned. In the dining room at breakfast there was only one butter piece, one marmalade container, two bits of cold toast each, cold coffee, but the cooked breakfast was okayish. The evening entertainment was fairly awful with the exception of a couple of nights during the week, the lunches were not good and the dinners generally unappetising. Romy and I managed to escape for a couple of meals, including a very nice dinner at the marina in Hayling Island with our former treasurer and his wife. The weather was fairly dull and chilly throughout. Poor Romy was under frequent attack from a handyman at the camp, who, rather like a ninja, stalked her before jumping up from behind and grabbing her, at one point even grabbing an ankle from behind. We called him Kato. He will never know how close he was to some serious retaliation from Romy.
We found a much better holiday option and several interesting places to take people for the future. On the way back, at the Devil's Punch Bowl, Romy bought me a Green Man for the garden.
I arrived back somewhat drained, to be summoned for an interview by a telly person in Bow. Fortunately they arranged a car there and back. My cat Malvolio has been on holiday with Dorothy and Julian who will decide whether to keep him for a few more days or return him for my neighbour to feed while I abscond to Telly Towers. Meanwhile I am attacking huge piles of washing.
No comments:
Post a Comment