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Another cracking weekend. It seems that each meet is as good as, if not better than the last. NABD lived up to all my expectations, friendly, entertaining, welcoming and a great place to meet up with all Sally folk.

I'd completely forgotten some females in front of us who seemed compelled to display their wares, (Daz got into a bit of a panic when he thought he wouldn't get his camera out in time)

Weekend started off promising, with a great ride up from darkest Wiltshire, managed to dodge the rain and get tent up in the dry. Camp had already been set up and cordoned off, thanks to all involved. Half an hour, a few beers and hellos said, it felt like I'd settled and started to look forward to a weekends partying.

Was not disappointed, bands a plenty, good choice of kiddies stuff, with a tent where the younger ones were made to feel very welcome and were catered for in terms of language being kept to a minimum. NABD seem to have really thought about their audience and who actually turns up to these events. Sally members and friends have their own fair share of youngsters so it's nice that they are welcomed.

Didn't get much of a chance to see what was going on in the adult tents, although did have a scout around with Daz (Andy's sister's fella), it wasn't until the next day when Daz showed me his digital camera, 'remember these then Ian?', showing me some snaps of female breast and arse shots. I'd completely forgotten some females in front of us who seemed compelled to display their wares, (Daz got into a bit of a panic when he thought he wouldn't get his camera out in time).

I also seem to remember trying to get to bed a few times, even resorting to hiding in another tent, but good old Pres kept on finding me and dragging me out to continue. What goes around, comes around and I suppose it was only fair after I had done the same thing to him on previous occasions.

A rather nice duty was performed when Mitch was presented with his patch (again), great to see you back mate.

Saturday morning came oround grey and drizzly but given the extent of the sally tented village, this has no dampening effect whatsoever. If we had just one more gazebo, I'm certain we could have made it from the tents to the marquees to the toilets and to the food stalls without ever breaking cover. Seriously though, the gazebo's were brilliant, cover from the elements and a place to bring the group together.

At one point during Saturday morning, I took stroll across to the kiddies tent and saw a load of kiddies entertainers, showing the youngsters how to juggle, spin plates, spin the diablo etc. I thought the younger element of our group might enjoy this so I went back and told my misses and a few of the other mums. Half an hour later, what sight was I greeted by? Only all the sally adults trying their hand at the various activities, poor kids couldn't get a look in. Real good fun and seemed to keep us all entertained for a good while. I made the mistake of looking around and seeing all the adults playing with the games, I mentioned that I hoped no photos of this would appear on our site. Wrong move, within minutes there seemed to be digital evidence being gathered aplenty.

There he was, curled up like a little kitten on the back parcel shelf of his van under all his sleeping bags

The rest of Saturday for me passed in a haze of drinking, chatting and generally pissing about, same theme carried over into the evening with a fine gig by the Beer Monsters, their last as I remember from their announcement.

Just one other recollection from the Saturday afternoon, I noticed that the pres was missing (like son like father). Enquiries led me to understand that he was asleep in his van. Off I went in search, looked in the sleeping areas, no pres. Back off to my informant who told me exactly where to look and even supplied me with keys to open the back of the van. There he was, curled up like a little kitten on the back parcel shelf of his van under all his sleeping bags. It seemed a shame to disturb him so, with a lttle assistance we carried him out to join the party instead, as already mentioned, what goes around, comes around.

In case anybody wondered why Pres was not on his bike, as is usual for him, he displayed his usual foresight and planning skills and took the bike for an MOT on the actual morning of the bash, thereby leaving like, minutes to sort out any problems that may occur. Now the pres is very in touch with his fine steed, a bit like the professional riders who can tell if the preload is a nano from where it needs to be, who can ride a bike and tell if the tyres are not exactly at the correct pressure, who can tell if the rake and trail are spot on for their riding style. Why then did our pres not notice that he had NO suspension? Anyway given the nature of this small oversight, the bike couldn't be ready on time.

Couple of new bikes on display, Steves new Beemer, very nice, and Tracey's new Viagra, very nice also.

Sunday was the usual pack up and feck off, good ride back in about 3 1/2 hours. Looking forward to the next one.

Cheers,
Ian


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Ketchup anyone?


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Kiss anyone?


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And then here's that twat with the stupid T-shirt...


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Gotcha Ian


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Trying to get Steve


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Still trying to get Steve


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Still trying to get Steve


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Still trying to get Steve


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Still trying to get Steve


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Gotcha Steve - at last! He fought long and hard, but got got eventually


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Gotcha Bastard (That's what it says as the name of this shot...)


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Gotcha Busa


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Gotcha Joan


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Gotcha MTL


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Gotcha Wigan Paul


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Gotcha Thorax


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Alison got away with it...but you know he wants to...


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