Your whole life in a box

Today is the second Portsea Island Beer Festival and if last year is anything to go by, I will be unable to complete this post until Sunday, so this will have to do for now.

A while ago, Blind Uncle Len departed this plane of existence and the nice executor (not executioner) has cleared the house and bundled up all the stuff worth keeping. Thus we are summoned to Farnborough to collect the boxes of personal effects. This was a spendid opportunity to seek out and climb new and interesting swingparks from beyond the great divide.

1. Sycamore Park, Farnborough. This was a Class A park. It has:

2 swinging baskets (one enormous)

3 hammocks (plastic)

3 climbing frames

4 spinning things

1 roundabout
2 seesaws
2 sets of swings (1 V large)

2 trampolines
3 aircraft overflying on way to Farnborough airfield

giant boulders (several)

a giant skateboard, 5 slides, a spinning cup, drumkit and xylophone, speaking tubes, rope pyramid and a woven willow tree den (where I had a wee).

Rushmoor borough council has a lot of money to buy great park equipment.

The car was completely full of Blind Uncle Len's stuff and we had to leave some behind so will need to go again. This means next time we can visit Wooden Frame Park in Farnham.

On the way back we stopped off south of Aldershot to see this sign for UXBs.

At home we rushed everything upstairs and picked Jof up. We drove to the Groundlings theatre for the 2nd Portsea Island beer festival and I toured the room looking for Mick the Manager, but he was not there which was a great shame.
We went round to Erin's house and played with Ben and the JBs, Erin was bossy, I clanged Bobert and Ben cracked Johnny over the head with the handle end of a light sabre so it all kicked off just when the PuddleDaddies fell in the front door. It was at this point we decided to go home for fish and chips.