fire

Ever since Steve dropped out of the rat race and ensconsed  himself in the middle of nowhere, his only entertainment has been counting sheep,  with all the extra time on his hands it wasn’t long before Beefstock was dreamed up,  this annual event sees a pilgrimage from Portsmouth to Cornwall as friends and hangers on, descend on this sleepy part of the world to create  a lot of noise (courtesy of a portable genny,  a kick ass Sound system and Shay’s hardcore hip hop DJing skills).

As the weekend drew nearer it became blatantly obvious that the fair weather we had enjoyed throughout the early summer had no intention of joining us, I did think of pulling out (a lot), but had promised Shay to bring my rap superstar skills to the party, so after coming to terms with being wet all weekend I found myself being driven towards what looked like a rapidly forming supercell, the first raindrops started pelting the window as we passed the Hampshire/Dorset.

Eventually we pulled into the field to see several tents already pitched, first task was to pitch our tents, to assist us in this task we used Nik’s car to clear our spots, donutting a 4×4 in a wet field is amazing fun, so after flattening the waist high grass, we continued donnutting until we both started suffering from G-Force sickness. With the tents pitched the party started. Just like the rain the party didn’t stop, the photo above was taken during the only break in the rain (lasted about ten minutes) and captures Phil being mesmerised as we all were by one of natures basic elements……..fire, fuelled by everything from dodgy old duvets, dressing cabinets to go kart tyres.

The Samsung GX20 is a robust beast and coped remarkably well with the conditions, having been my companion in a snow drift for a couple of hours I had faith that a little splash of water wouldn’t do it any harm and so it was,  three memory cards full of some fab wet memories and no malfunctions - I love it.