Posted by sean on August 24, 2007 at 11:08 pm in Life In Bath with No Comments


This evening, Simon, Watkins and I decided we would have a BBQ. I do not have a garden, and theirs were both inaccessible, so we had to go searching for a suitable spot to โ€œspark upโ€.

We drove around the outskirts of Bath for almost 2 hours, visiting various locations, including a car park near the village of Marshfield, which was disturbingly full of people and their vehicles. Fearing we had entered a secret dogging community, we drove off โ€“ fast.

We eventually found a remote field near to another village called Corston. There we lit the barbecue and enjoyed the summers evening โ€“ albeit somewhat later than planned.

 
Like something out of The X-Files, our BBQ was invaded by strange flies

 
The BBQ took a long time to start

 
While waiting for the coals to ignite, I took a picture of the field we were in – scary

 
Simon and Watkins cooking

 
Simon and Watkins eating

 
Simon and Watkins approving of the food – less so of the camera’s strong flash

 
We wanted to put the BBQ out (so the farmer’s field wouldn’t burn down). We didn’t have any water, so used the next best thing – Pepsi Max

 
It made a lot of steam!

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