Consuming enough alcohol to sink a Cross Channel Ferry is not the main activity of the Stag Do. Surprisingly. In fact after last night’s encounter with the Adams Family and friends, I’m so determined to keep my wits about me, I may never touch another drop. Or indeed ever close my eyes. No, the focus of our weekend isn’t alcohol but water.
We’ve spent the day jumping into the sea. The old Briny. From the cliff. Then swimming around the coast being dashed by crashing waves, climbing out over barnacle-encrusted rocks and jumping in again. A perfectly reasonable thing to do on any Saturday, I’m sure you’ll agree. Our guide makes a living from it. What a life!
Needless to say we celebrated our manly pursuits with a hearty meal. Actually a scone with cream and jam. And nice cup of tea. Like I say, it’s an odd weekend.
Odd weekend? Sounds perfectly normal to me. You must be losing touch DAD.
Posted by: The Man In The Dress | Wednesday, 10 September 2008 at 10:51 PM
Thanks Son. I guess it depends on whether all one's weekends can be considered 'odd' in which, it's all perfectly normal!
Posted by: Carlton | Monday, 15 September 2008 at 02:10 PM