The day dawned bright and breezy and armed with a hangover from hell after a works reunion party that got well out of hand, we took the scenic route along single track roads lined with dykes and ditches to Christines.
‘Only a little stroll’ was the motto of the day. Once on the marshes and amongst the WASH bombing ranges the wind turned into a hurricane and always seemed to be in our faces.
About an hour and a half later we got back and departed in convoy for a 20 minite drive to Holbeach,, which gave me an opportunity to rest my hangover, where we had booked a table at a pub/restuarant. 14 full stomachs and a few beers later we had the bright idea of haveing an Easter make your own pizza party.
Paul C