Right then, Day 2.
Woke up hank marvin, and guessed breakfast might be busy and chaotic, so i knew my Welsh rugby kit i packed would come in handy for the breakfast time scrum!
So shoulder pads fitted, scrumcap secured neatly to my head, and my tight shorts wrapped snuggly around my tree trunk legs we headed off to breakfast.........and i wasnt disapointed! Bodies flying at me from every angle....all shapes and sizes.......all creeds and colours.........i made my way to the plastic ham and rubber cheese...........a 12yr old girl pushed in front of me......."oh no you dont young lass"..........and with that i dipped my shoulders and gently of course, nudged her into the yogurts.........ha ha! next stop the foreign cheap immitation "cocopops"........mmmm lovely jubberly.........a side step later and the milk was mine........(the milk wasnt very nice, i dont think it was cows milk, more like bull's milk).......
After enjoying (cough cough) our hearty breakfast, we headed off to the park for some fun and frolics.
more to follow shortly...............