Paintball, and on to Friskney

If you have ever been paintballing, you will know it comes a bit keen when you are hit, not to a big tough biker like me you understand, but take one in the tits at close range? Well that's a whole new ballgame, as Jane was very quick to point out to anyone in earshot, and if you were really unlucky, you got flashed as well, didn't you Rod, by the way, do not forget to wear gloves, eh Rod.
We missed most of the day, but everyone else was having a whale of a time by the time we finally arrived, seasoned veterans all of them.
Get kitted up, we were told, It is the house of pain next. Eh? Here you are Terry put this jump suit on. How come it is a totally different colours to all the others? Oh it won't matter, it did, it was like being public enemy No. 1, I may as well been in luminous green, which after a few hits I was anyway.
A lot of fun, Nick spent a lot of time practising his war face, as did Alex, Trevor and Rachel are seemingly experts, Jane laid on the floor, and got shot, in fact we mostly all laid on the floor, and got shot.
There was a burger at lunch time, all the marshalls were very helpful, and the area is very big to run about in, Thanks Combat Zone.
This was a different day out, many thanks to Trev and Rachel for organising it.
We went from the paintball to The Anchor at Friskney, where we met up with Rod and Cath.
First time we have been, the pub is very nice, with a large undercover seating area out back, and I suppose camping for about 10 tents, free on a Sat night, bargain.
The live band were a group called Loose Rocket, real rocking band this, Thin Lizzy, Golden Earring, Free, Ted Nugent, Lynyrd Skynyrd, they could play them all, and well too. They even had me up dancing, great night, have to go back there again.
Tea and toast planned for breakfast, we woke to clear blue skies, and very hot sunshine.
Rod went to get the bread, and it had gone, during the night, some fabled beast off the moors had taken the whole loaf and eaten the lot.
O.K. so it was crows, no matter the breakfast was gone, at least they had the decency to crap all over Rod and Caths boots, supposed to be good luck that?
So off to the shop go Cath and I, get another loaf, now we can have toast.
Rod fired up the cooker, and it ran out of gas, typical, just raw toast for me then.
Second weekend on the trot, we packed up in the sun, hope it's a trend for the year, and had a lovely ride home.
Great weekend, enjoyed the paintball, had a smashing ride across lincolnshire and back, great band Sat night, next time we go, come along, it's a cheap night out.
Terry & Jane.

Pictures From The Weekend