A great evening out on the water, at least that is what we were promised.
An opportunity to race around the Dock basin in Swan shaped pedalos, an opportunity not to be missed I hear you say. Well you would be wrong in that assumption. Dead wrong.
We started the evening in fine form. The organisor being Graham (ably aided by Phil R), decided to copy Ron's ploy from last month - he gave everyone the postcode of the difficult to find car park.
Or rather he gave everyone the postcode of his pretty easy to find office in Chatham. So we all went to Graham's office first, then one by one realised you can't float a boat from high up on the old A2. Rang around, got the actual postcode - and just like last month, all arrived an hour late.
Which for some was a blessing! It meant that they didn't have to go 50 yards offshore, turn round once and head back.
The ensuing chaos was a bit like arranging a 100 meter sprint race but failing to say in which direction everyone should run, or even bothering with a start and finish line, just shouting 'three-two-one-go!' and calling it a day. So the swans just pottled around a bit and then gave up and came in. It was a bit of a damp grey day so the opub was a better bet.
Once everyone had clocked that the pub had a funny (and potentially expensive) wrinkle in their parking rules, as in if you forgot to 'check in' your car the bill was a modest £70 a car, we enjoyed a very good dinner.
I have to be fair to graham and say wellish done. Not the normal effusive compliments handed out to organisers. Just OKish. Better luck next year.
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