A top weekend with friends: too many for the Frenchman's one bedroomed flat, so camping in a field with the facilities consisting of a tap was the accommodation. It did mean that an excellent fire could be built though...
And then extending the weekend with a tour of the area was cut a short due to rain, but we stayed at Ye Olde Smugglers Inne on Sunday night in the very pleasant little village of Alfriston which was great: especially good was waking on a monday morning knowing you don't have to go to work...
ps. the title is of course a quote from the excellent Bloc Party track Waiting for the 7.18, which I couldn't stop singing in my head all weekend...
