Day Seven was not an easy day. One of the tents got broken into in the night and a handbag (containing, among other things, passports) was stolen and the finger of blame pointed at the squatters some of the group argued with last night (about not wiping the table of all things). Things got more dramatic when some people looked in their (now abandoned) caravan and found a suitcase full of cameras and a handgun. I swear I am not making this up. We had a whip round for the couple in question to replace their stuff and somehow we ended up filling the envelope with receipts and ticket stubs, then condoms, a lighter, sweets, chewing gum, mini deoderant, a cheap ring to replace a stolen engagement one and tonnes of cheerful messages. I was a
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