Summary
Camping in Devon sounded fun, but then the weather did its awful work SUNBATHING, swimming and ogling surfers: it was billed as the ultimate bank holiday weekend.But waking on Saturday to find four feet inches from my face, I suspected it had been unwise to go camping with my friend Lisa and her new boyfriend.
I agreed to the Devon trip after hearing "tons of Tim's surfer mates" were going and finding a finance-saving Pounds 13.49 tent and Pounds 3 sleeping bag in Argos. But for Friday's five-hour journey it was just the three of us, and when we finally found Tim's friends in Croyde's local pub, they came with an unforeseen addition: surf WAGs.See the full content of this document
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A Wet Weekend Within Tent ; a Single Life
Loads of them.
Only one blokewas single and even my notoriously useless gaydar clocked his campness. I hit the Merlot, and by 1am had lost all ten...See the full content of this document
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