This is the life!
Once again, a DASC Bungy Jumping weekend in Normandie has turned a bit silly! Nick is taking a large rock home (the prize for chickening out first in a game involving a large rock [THE large rock], the sea, and a small, wet, black, Angora & Cashmere dress [dry clean only]). This game followed on from a cricket match with babybels as balls and a French loaf as a bat. And we hadn’t really started drinking by then....
The dress has probably been seen for the last time, but expect to see the return of the large rock on our next trip to Geneva....
There was Rocky, Brad and Janet, 12 Screws, Ho, Smoky and the Chicken. [Ho seems to only have 1 leg, Smoky is trying out for the Village People, Janet has got stuck in 12 Screws armpit, Brad has his arm up 12 Screws neck to make his mouth work and Rocky is playing with a sheep behind the car...the chicken hid behind the camera...]
Brad, Rocky and Smoky jumped from the 200ft Viaduc de la Souleuvre. The Chicken decided that 4 times this year was quite enough. 12 Screws decided that he was, well, chicken...and the girlies wimped out too - Ho using the eminently plausible excuse that the little black dress was unsuitable for such activities [well, it was sort of plausible until she decided to go for a dip in the English channel in it a bit later...]. Janet’s excuse was far better - it was 200ft in the air at the end of a dodgy looking swinging footbridge, and nobody in their right mind would consider walking out there and jumping off with a bundle of knicker elastic tied to their ankles.....
The bungy jumping done with, photos, videos, shirts and stuff collected - we took a spin round the field (!) and headed off to the coast. What followed was an excess of eating and drinking, followed by some silly games, and then more eating and drinking.
Next morning we got up, had some coffee and jumped off the harbour wall into the sea.
Quite normal for a DASC trip to Normandie, I have to admit.