Here is Peter Kelly's account of the gathering:
Has anybody else who was present at yesterday's gathering in Windermere revealed the astonishing truth about what we got up to ?
If not, here is a brief description of the remarkable debauchery which took place....
Six of us succeeded in congregating in the bar/dining-room of the "Skiddaw" Hotel, on the main market square in the middle of Keswick, at about midday.
(Thanks due to Deelfi for giving me a lift from Windermere train station to the venue in Keswick and back again.)
We started off with a couple of drinks and a splother.
Then we had a rather nice lunch. (Cumberland sausage mostly, except for Starrock, (vegetarian alternative) and me,(fish and chips - totally set in my ways)), and another drink.
Some of the ladies present had cocktails.
Friedfish and I stuck to beer, for our health.
We briefly thought about going for a walk, but dismissed it on practical grounds.
We splothered some more.
Spanishscot produced a remarkable gift for each of us, consisting of home-made chocolates in a wonderful personalised paper carton, complete with names and avatars.
Starrock provided Christmas hats.
I'm afraid that I provided nothing whatsoever, but I did cooperate completely when it came to group photographs, (which may or may not find their way in here).
We had another drink.
(Cocktails were very popular, but the gentlemen stuck to the healthy beer alternative.)
We splothered a bit more.
Eventually we found that we were the only people left in the restaurant and it was getting on towards time for my return train, so, with great reluctance and swearing eternal loyalty to each other and the QCC, we parted in the car-park and went our separate ways.
When I got home, I discovered that the chocolate carton had a second layer which, in my naivety, I had not realised was there when I had chomped the first layer all up during the train-ride to Manchester.
It was the perfect end to the perfect day.
Has anybody else who was present at yesterday's gathering in Windermere revealed the astonishing truth about what we got up to ?
If not, here is a brief description of the remarkable debauchery which took place....
Six of us succeeded in congregating in the bar/dining-room of the "Skiddaw" Hotel, on the main market square in the middle of Keswick, at about midday.
(Thanks due to Deelfi for giving me a lift from Windermere train station to the venue in Keswick and back again.)
We started off with a couple of drinks and a splother.
Then we had a rather nice lunch. (Cumberland sausage mostly, except for Starrock, (vegetarian alternative) and me,(fish and chips - totally set in my ways)), and another drink.
Some of the ladies present had cocktails.
Friedfish and I stuck to beer, for our health.
We briefly thought about going for a walk, but dismissed it on practical grounds.
We splothered some more.
Spanishscot produced a remarkable gift for each of us, consisting of home-made chocolates in a wonderful personalised paper carton, complete with names and avatars.
Starrock provided Christmas hats.
I'm afraid that I provided nothing whatsoever, but I did cooperate completely when it came to group photographs, (which may or may not find their way in here).
We had another drink.
(Cocktails were very popular, but the gentlemen stuck to the healthy beer alternative.)
We splothered a bit more.
Eventually we found that we were the only people left in the restaurant and it was getting on towards time for my return train, so, with great reluctance and swearing eternal loyalty to each other and the QCC, we parted in the car-park and went our separate ways.
When I got home, I discovered that the chocolate carton had a second layer which, in my naivety, I had not realised was there when I had chomped the first layer all up during the train-ride to Manchester.
It was the perfect end to the perfect day.