I woke up at a given time on the last day of my inaugural TGO Challenge. A given time that I cannot remember.
I can't even remember whether it was early, or late. I can't remember a thing about the packing up and setting off.
I do remember the 'roulette' crossing of that bloody awful dual carriageway and heading along the roads and lanes, flanked on one side by agriculture, and the other by Dave (PC) Pickles. The fields were nice, but Dave's company was fine.
|Wish these Scots would make their mind up. That's Dave, by the way.|
|St Cyrus - Pickled.|
|What the f*** do I look like? - That's rhetorical, by the way. Thank you.|
|The final strait?|
|Dave atop the cliffs at St Cyrus|
|The waters of St Cyrus.|
Here follow some pictures on the beach.
|Me, a bit lighter than at the start.|
|The Poolers (centre frame)|
|Ian Cotterill, Isabel, Lynsey, Alan, Andrew, Dave - in that order.|
|Dave, a chap whose name I do not know, Freddie - with vino. And a boot.|
|Bryan "Quadriped" Waddington. Another, VERY, nice bloke.|
|A circle in the sand - with some names in it. Including MINE.|
|Rob Hausam and Mr Pickles vandalising the beach.|
It was bally nice knowing I wouldn't have to carry it all day for a while.
|Visit control in the Kinnaird Room. Up-bloody-stairs!|
|This is a man you just want to hug. Every day.|
|An infusion of challengers.|
|How I ended up with this lot, I'll never know.|
|This lot are much nicer. :-)|
|A nice photo to end a lovely journey.|
As far as this report goes, it's over now. Thanks for bearing with me, and thanks to everyone who I met on the challenge for making the experience what it was.
Next stop - TGO Challenge 2015: Application time.