I think that was just about everything everyone hoped it would be. The only downsides were the absence of brand new tailblazers at 2 quid each and the BX club Nederland being a bit stand offish. The only time they spoke to us was to ask Mat F to stop setting fire to himself at 4 in the morning: some people really need to lighten up (not Mat though obviously). In an attempt to extend the hand of friendship, I bet Mark £3.50 that he wouldn't wander into their tent and sing, 'The Final Countdown' as loudly as he could. When it became clear he had every intention of winning the bet I agreed to pay him 3.50 not to. Aside from that, it was really fabulous: the weather was perfect and getting to kip in Marks Caravan/BX HQ made it considerably more civilised than it might ordinarily have been (thank you

). The pictures say it all really . . .
Mat doing something clever to his car. It'll never fly of course, but no one had the heart to tell him.
There were lots of Tractions. Many of which were black.
Despite the rather innocent 'brass band/theme from Van der Valk' thing going on here, there was a very clear Agincourt/Waterloo subscript. We can't have Johnny foreigner getting too pleased with himself, and as Mark rightly pointed out, the French are, after all, our natural enemies.
Sir Matthew of Mulley selling things in plastic bags to unsuspecting Europeans:scrap value to be honest.
It's in Holland next time round, so we'd better learn to behave ourselves . . .
