I went to Max's Stag weekend in Devon recently with some trepidation, but I needn't have worried as I had a lovely time.
I have morning coffee looking over a sparkling sea while the others went Coasterneering which looked terrifying. They all wore hard hats and wetsuits and proceeded to hurl themselves into the sea . I joined them for a BBQ later.
In the evening I was introduced to Yaga-Bombs (very strong shots of every colour) and Rattlers which tasted like lemonade but was infact, cider (rats nibbling the apples at the bottom of the barrel?)
I even managed to produce one drawing of jagged rocks as I gazed over the sea-side sports, secretly thanking my lucky stars that I was considered too old for such madness.
I have morning coffee looking over a sparkling sea while the others went Coasterneering which looked terrifying. They all wore hard hats and wetsuits and proceeded to hurl themselves into the sea . I joined them for a BBQ later.
In the evening I was introduced to Yaga-Bombs (very strong shots of every colour) and Rattlers which tasted like lemonade but was infact, cider (rats nibbling the apples at the bottom of the barrel?)
I even managed to produce one drawing of jagged rocks as I gazed over the sea-side sports, secretly thanking my lucky stars that I was considered too old for such madness.
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