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wet weekends...

Another frolic in the damp wet cold depths of Teesdale with a enthusiastic group of foolhardy stargazers who love tunes.   Friday night was cold cold and got colder... Dr Fred and I were in the Beryl the yellow peril - known locally as the dirty tatty filthy (racist term) eyesore and we almost got toasty but it was down to sleeping almost fully clothed with a onesie on top and then my down gillet on top on that under a duvet and a couple of blankets... it rained and rained and the van was sat in a very large lake by 4.00 in the morning... too late to worry about sinking in the mud an we just had to brave it out.   The completely fearless in our party had intended to sleep in a tent!!!!! but in fact the tent fairly much dissolved in the rain and wind and they ended up in the bunk barn!

But .... in spite of the weather we had a great weekend - a really good talk about exploring the solar system from Dr Fred - a new one for me so it was quite interesting  and then a night of alcohol consumption and some brilliant tunes from DJ Horace Zontal and DJ Yuri Cosmos - good way to keep warm lots of dancing - no stargazing as the rain just didn't stop...

Fortunately  Saturday brought a much nicer - blustery day and we all walked down the riverside to the waterfalls and Gibsons Cave.  it was just lovely - birds singing and sun shining and a great crowd to be out with.  I chose not to go behind the waterfall and get soaked but sevaral people did ... Dr Fred included..   I'm trying to upload a video that a crazy woman took....


We had  a fantastic vege chillie with amazing onions.... then some clear skies but it was intermittent but there was a wee bit of stargazing going on... and another really good talk with amazing time lapse pictures from a friend of ours about the Northern lights in Iceland.... really really made me want to go to Iceland!!

More tunes less sleep and more rain .... a wet wet wet weekend but still great fun.
(was nice to get home to a hot bath and a roaring fire though)

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