Devon-based Adventures
Back from epic holiday in Devon. Stayed in a golf hotel just outside Okehampton with Joe and nine other lovely people for a long weekend of fun and adventure. Some of the highlights included:
- Lovely lunch in a little pub on the edge of Dartmoor. We found this place a few years ago on a trip to Cornwall and now tend to stop there if we have an excuse to be in the area.
- Playing copious amounts of pool. Despite not playing regularly since my first year at uni I'm still not bad at it. I'm pretty good at seeing shots, but I'm not always so hot at actually pulling them off! Also played snooker for the first time, and my opinion is that it is a silly game and the balls are too big for the pockets. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Time has sadly destroyed my ability to play bowling on anything other that the wii.
- Swimming, including getting up for a 7am swim every morning. Managed half a mile on average except for this morning. Also, hot tubs - few things are more relaxing than snuggling in a hot tub. One of them also had bubbles, which was exciting.
- Weapons! Had sessions in archary, air rifle shooting, air pistol shooting and laser clay pigeon shooting. Sucked at all of them except the pistol shooting, so when the zompocalypse comes I know what my weapon of choice will be.
- Big social meals. It was nice to eat in a big group for several nights. (Also quite nice not to have to cook and that all the meals were included bar Sunday lunch.) Saturday's meal included the wonderful moment of Marcus slamming his hand down and announcing "Where's my ... Ow I've just stabbed myself with a fork!"
- Gaming sessions. Flux, Chrononaughts, BSG board game, munchkin and a couple more. Discovered that if the fate of the world ever rests on a die roll, we should give the die to Cat.
- Even with that I still found time to write another thousand words, and Marcus did some editing for me. I don't think I'll go with all his suggestions (apparently there's not enough custard or descriptions of breasts) and he managed to mis-read a sentence in such a way that it's quite hard to think of one of the characters without cringing at the moment.
- Lovely lunch in a little pub on the edge of Dartmoor. We found this place a few years ago on a trip to Cornwall and now tend to stop there if we have an excuse to be in the area.
- Playing copious amounts of pool. Despite not playing regularly since my first year at uni I'm still not bad at it. I'm pretty good at seeing shots, but I'm not always so hot at actually pulling them off! Also played snooker for the first time, and my opinion is that it is a silly game and the balls are too big for the pockets. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Time has sadly destroyed my ability to play bowling on anything other that the wii.
- Swimming, including getting up for a 7am swim every morning. Managed half a mile on average except for this morning. Also, hot tubs - few things are more relaxing than snuggling in a hot tub. One of them also had bubbles, which was exciting.
- Weapons! Had sessions in archary, air rifle shooting, air pistol shooting and laser clay pigeon shooting. Sucked at all of them except the pistol shooting, so when the zompocalypse comes I know what my weapon of choice will be.
- Big social meals. It was nice to eat in a big group for several nights. (Also quite nice not to have to cook and that all the meals were included bar Sunday lunch.) Saturday's meal included the wonderful moment of Marcus slamming his hand down and announcing "Where's my ... Ow I've just stabbed myself with a fork!"
- Gaming sessions. Flux, Chrononaughts, BSG board game, munchkin and a couple more. Discovered that if the fate of the world ever rests on a die roll, we should give the die to Cat.
- Even with that I still found time to write another thousand words, and Marcus did some editing for me. I don't think I'll go with all his suggestions (apparently there's not enough custard or descriptions of breasts) and he managed to mis-read a sentence in such a way that it's quite hard to think of one of the characters without cringing at the moment.