Well its taken my a while to get these pics on the website. Still they are
worth waiting for.
Weather was a bit bad this year so we spent lots of time learning to wind surf
- some better than others:
Rick definately leading the way, looking majestic...,
learning.... Others not looking so good,
Delph...., Mark....,
The tesnsion before the Wind Surf race was intense. Roy, Mr.T and Flis looking tense.... , the rest are reduced to siting down...., Rick and Mark checking out the conditions.....
As the wind picked up Mark's hat went flying!!! Flis braved the water to rescue it Super Flis....
The pool looked as fantastic as over! The Pool...., and checked out by the Team....
On the first day Aled leapt into the outdoor pool and emerged only for short periods.
On the second day Mr Creosote finished off his fourteenth box of Weetabix.
On the third day we all cheered when Anna killed the man who wrote that bloody LaSanta song.
On the fourth day Lisa realised that Aled had been in the pool since day one.
On the fifth day Roy was found dead in his favourite armchair.
On the sixth day Mark P. went for a sneaky Popmo session but promised on pain of no more biscuits never to do it again......
.....and on the seventh day Helen finally emerged from her mountain of towels and discovered the way from her appartment to the pool!
On the seventh night we went out for dinner. No prizes if you guess who was pissed!
