The year was 1998, the month was July. A group of friends, having just completed their A-levels, decided to holiday together in the pleasant land of Devon. We stayed in part of a lovely manor house in a village by the name of Ivy Bridge. Always an interesting walk to and from the local pub (as I am sure the others remember, or not in Pete's case). The most interesting evening was in Plymouth, where we planned to visit a club's jelly jazz night. We arrived early and had beer first in the pub next door (the Jolly Smuggler) which turned out to be for a certain type of sailor only! That would explain the high price of beer. |
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A lot of smiley, happy people gathered at Plymouth Hoe. Note Simon (left) really wanted to be there. | |
Everyone took turns to cook. Simon and myself decided to make a delicious curry, mmmm... | For some reason I had to taste test the scrumptious meal before anyone would go near it! |
After a few minutes it was decided that the curry was safe. So Simon and I celebrated our success. | The meal went down well, even though Simon looks as if it has traveled straight through him. |
Those not at the table enjoyed the meal in the comfort of the lounge. | During the night Pete would sneak into the bedroom of Kate and Liz. And every night they were SO grateful that he did! |
I had the pleasure of sharing this bed with Pete when he wasn't sneaking into others; or in this case inviting others to join him. | A view of the Hoe (could be a postcard - what a photographer) |
Picnic time at the Hoe, although there is not a lot of picnicking occurring by the look of it. | I think that might be cheating, Mark. |
Steve seem to be enjoying
riding the dolphin a little too much; mind you he was younger looking
than most of the children there, so he can be excused!
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It is rather embarrassing
when the genuine children are pushed to one side to allow the "big
kids" to take over.
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