Last camping weekend of the season - back to Laneham where we went last year and got flooded! Got there nice and early, tent went up very easily, and we were soon sitting with friends with a cucumber g and t.
I love my tent, but this might be the last time we pitch it - I'd quite like a new one for next season...
In the evening we walked by the River Trent
into the village and the pub for fish and chip might. unfortunately they'd run out of fish and chips :-(
Still, a good night was had, and we were up bright and early for our famous communal breakfast, and a walk to the next village to get the bus to Retford (my home town). After a coffee we joined the canal towpath for our usual walk - the Chesterfield Canal is lovely.
The sun was shining, and we soon made it to my favourite-named lock
where some took the opportunity to strip a nearby bush of sloes
Others played with the lock!
There was a goit by the lock which was full of trout. We carried on, past many fishermen, swans, ducks, moorhens, coots, and past the wild hops in the hedgerow, just past a pub called The Hop Pole.
We also saw this
which we later discovered to be a rose bedeguar gall, or a Robin's pincushion gall, on a rose hip. Fascinating.
Eventually we reached another pub, The Gate, where we had a lovely lunch. A walk back to town
Some shopping for the meal later, and the bus back. We stopped for a drink at the local brewery, and managed to pick up bramley apples, eating apples, plums and eggs from honesty stalls outside peoples houses in the village. Back at the campsite we picked a bag of lovely blackberries, and made a blackberry and apple crumble for tea. Yum!
As we thought it might be too cold for a BBQ (we were wrong), we had a chilli, rice, garlic bread, jacket potatoes, and pudding. Lots of music, and some wine and beer to wash it down with.
Then we walked to the pub and met my family for a drink - a lovely evening, and followed by a nightcap or two in our friends van.
Lazy Sunday morning, another communal breakfast, including a lot of fried bacon
and I managed to pick a carrier bag of wild damsons from a tree on the riverbank. Eventually got the tent down, and drove home, where I began the task of turning our wild pickings into sloe gin and damson vodka. A great end to the camping season.