Friday 8 June came and we headed off towards Somerset for the halfway house rally at Yeovil. Started off with 4 scoots and 2 cars, as we headed off - clemo, tv george, chewie, shaun and celeste were on scoots, Di, Julie, kev Richards and the kids in the cars ] we all headed of together but as usual we broke up for fuel and break downs ect. After a while celeste and myself were on our own at a service station we managed to contact clemo at this stage who had the map he directed us straight to them and we find a pub called the half way house. Why have 2 pubs called the same so close together ?]we are at the wrong one. Now we are really firsty and dying for a pint, still no sign of George and Chewie at this point we managed to get them on the phone and asked George for the directions to the pub.[not a good idea] he said head towards Newquay, not being in the best mood by now I told him what he could do with his directions [we were in Somerset not bloody Cornwall] Di took over with the phone as some nice scooterist directed us in, when we arrived it was to the sound of loud cheers and laughter from all those about[glad we made it a happy start for them all] after a pint to wet the dirt from the throat we set up camp then hit the beer.
Friday eve we headed up towards the do they had set up a tent in 1 field which was empty so we went straight to the bar ,which had 2 bars in. we meet up with Nicky [templar] and Parry for a pint or two the back room was playing some good music so we ended up in there for most of the night,[I was given the name of northern Shaun after this] as usual we all went to bed at different times and in different states of alcohol abuse. Saturday morning came me not feeling my best did not move much to late afternoon but with the weather being so nice got a nice sun tan. Late Saturday afternoon Will turned up[he had a barny with the other half] with no stuff at all apart from money. Time once again to hit the bar; we did not bother with the tent as Friday eve straight to the pub for us we meet up with a few templars as usual, again as Friday we were not in a fit for anything.
Sunday morning Will had vanished his shoes and scoot were about but no sign of him, he finally turned up being escorted by a fellow scooterist from up north, he had got up for a slash and gone back to the wrong tent, when he showed up he had his fly's undone and this man had his arm around him, his words were to us 'does the one belong to you lot?' with the added the words of 'when he comes round tell him he was a good shag!' We headed back home at lunch time with a few miner stops on the way home..
Best rally this year so far for me, I for one will back there again next year. Bring on the next one,
Shaun