I realise I haven’t written anything about Summer Camp this year – I guess because although we enjoy it so enormously, it must be a bit boring for other people.
This year’s was a classic for no particular reason – some new folk, some people we haven’t seen for a while, and just … lovely. Moyra was very much missed. Only two things marred it for me: firstly, the woman who thought it acceptable both socially and parentally to spend 45 minutes verbally abusing her small child. At 6.30 in the morning, in amongst the campers. I’m amazed I managed to keep my mouth shut. Secondly, I tripped over the back doorstep on Sunday night; it didn’t hurt at all then, but by Monday morning it di, and after 7 hours in the car, it hurt a *lot*. Pete was a hero, and took the tent down, packed the car, drove all the way home, and unloaded it all again, while I crawled upstairs to a hot bath.
Didn’t seem any point in going to casualty – they’d just tell me to strap it and rest it, which is what I did. But I did miss two Morris practices, and far more disappointing, I missed the big dance out at Lincoln on 3rd September 🙁 We did go, and I hobbled around Lincoln with the aid of a stick – it was a grand day out, but I’d rather have been dancing. Still, there’s always next year.