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Date: 31 July 2007 14:50:48
Ooh, a couple of weeks ago, at least.
It was damp, mainly, but a good time was had by all. Groover absolutely loves sleeping in a tent.
Groover asleep on a steam train:
Unfortunately the bit I remember most is accidentally killing a mouse as it ran along under the groundsheet. I trod on it. It felt exactly the same as when I was five and accidentally trod on the only black chick out of a large brood of (otherwise yellow) chicks. An incident, I might add, which haunted me and wracked me with guilt for years afterwards, but which no-one else in my family can remember.
It's a sort of wriggly crunch, if anyone's interested.