One man’s brief recollections of 48 hours in the woods:
8 hours in the car there (5 hours back).
The forty-five pound chair.
Paul Gadd’s twin.
Meat. Lots of meat.
A blunt axe.
Scaling the North Downs.
More nicknames than people. More nicknames than names.
Rat’s piss gloves.
This vaseline’s for professional purposes.
The Ponceometer. It spoke the truth.
Herrings, cheese and the dirty paaahnt.
Snoring. Oh the effing snoring!
More fun than can possibly be repeated. Even here.
(Neither of these two are the stag. But they are gentlemen*)
*This may be a lie. You decide.
That’s a fair summation, in my view.