D was up, and for once admitting to being a bit hungover. Regardless, he was tidying and ensuring we had some breakfast. We did not hang around for long. We bolted to the caravan. K and J came up later. It was the only day it really rained, and rain it did. It started late morning I think and did not stop until midnight. That is like really raining, pouring down, not abating, no let up. God I wish that would happen here.
Although none of us mentioned it at the time, later we all agreed that we were wondering what we were doing standing under a dripping tree at the caravan park gate waiting for cab when we should have just stayed at the caravan.
None the less, we went to the local ex serviceman's club and had a fine night playing bingo and then having a great entertainer by the name of Robbie Raines (his belt buckle lit up with his name, just in case we did not catch it). Not only could he sing very well, he could entertain too. K doesn't like the club normally, but we all had a fun night.
Our taxi rang at the appointed time of 11 to let us know he was outside and waiting to take us home. Try getting that service in Melbourne.
Another pic from Hexham Park. The poppy flowers were huge and very vivid.
Just the walkway from Hexham Abbey towards the park and then the caravan park.