Four firepits sat in a row to warm the cockles of campers hearts and keep the wine and conversation flowing beyond usual bedtime schedules for these over 50’s. Remnants of the original fifty seven campers were then onto the port and free – or loose – speech. Yes, grog does untie the tongue and, for …
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What you thought I would never tell you! 