Poo Of Doom Rally

Just for a change, Rod, Cath, Jane and I went to a small rally in Chelveston, Northants. My now legendary sense of direction, was, as usual, way off course. And I managed to get us a little lost again. Still it was a nice day for a ride.
When we got to The Star and Garter in Chelveston, we were surprised to see so many there, as we booked in who should walk up, but Polly, this really is a small world.
Now if it wasn't for Polly, I would probably still be putting up the tent, Thanks Polly.
Quite a few had gone home, the previous nights -3 degrees had sent a few home, oooer.
We got down to the serious side of any good rally, sitting down, eating, drinking, and letting your cares float away. By heck it was hot, until the sun went in, then Jane and Rod resembled quick change artists, it fair made me dizzy.
We passed on the silly games, too busy re-laxing, the band tent was about 100 yards away, and we could hear the music very nicely thank you. The band in the afternoon were very talented and played a lot of very well known songs, excellent.
Late afternoon and the temperature started to drop, so off to the pub we went in search of food, nothing doing, so we ordered take-away, and went back to the tent to indulge.
By now it was COLD, so I came up with the idea of lighting our petrol fuelled cooker, worked a treat. Then it ran out of petrol, so fill it up again, I said.
Now no-one said being 50 years old made anyone sensible, especially after an afternoon of re-laxing, and the odd drink or two, but the operation was going quite well until I got Rod to relight the cooker.
Mistake 1, being in the tent whilst attempting the relighting.
Mistake 2, spilling a little of the petrol in the semi-dark.
Mistake 3, Holding the cooker.
I am sure I don't have to really tell anyone, but bloody hell is petrol hot when you are holding a flaming ball of the stuff. I had to drop the cooker so I could put out the flames on my hand, which of course placed the tent in serious danger.
The burns to my hand were a lot sorer than the resultant small mark suggests they were, and we managed to not do any damage to the tent, so no harm done.
Back to the pub, probably be safer, sure will be warmer at least.
We Missed the main attraction, Gatecrasher, they were just finishing as we left the pub, rats.
The tents were all crispy, and sparkly, not the warmest of nights.
Sunday, very sunny and warm, lovely. On the way home we dropped off at the start point of this years gathering, Northampton Town football ground. Now I am not sure exactly where I got the puncture, but the tyre was well flat within a couple of miles after leaving the ground.
Having the tyre gloop in my tubes, I filled up on air, and actually made it back to Rod and Cath's before it went flat again. Time for the International Rescue, good old MAG Rescue, within 40 mins a break down unit was on scene, and soon we were being whisked home. Not an ideal end to the weekend, but those guys were a welcome sight.
Different kind of weekend, very chilled, for the most part, and we still found a few familiar faces, and once again the motorcycling family were warm ,friendly, and damn fine company.
Thank You all, Buggar it MCC.