So – we went from 'we're not going to Le Touquet this year' to a large group heading off last weekend in the dismal chill, hoping against hope that the forecast would perk up – and it did! Cue the sunny photo above of the team (minus my entirely absent for 48 hours roommate, who was busy playing away, and I don't mean an extra game of hockey..).
And a 'mood shot' of everyone playing bat & ball / keepy uppy against the backdrop of the astro and general 'here's a bunch of hockey teams hanging out and drinking over-priced, under-sized french bieres'. That pretty much sums up daytimes at Le Tooks.. with the odd snooze and chatting via hand signals with the other teams.
Plus the piece de resistance – a charming facial of Pam (La La Gregory) modelling part of the aperitifs plate at the Saturday night BBQ at the ground. I've spared you the photos of the musical chairs (we broke 3, so I can't even admit to us being there), of Bel being carried head high on a plinth to celebrate her 'pull', of the boxhedge surfing (less said about that the better, quite a lot of broken twiggage in our wake) and the punching version of the OO-AR game in the marquee. Nettie was black & blue the next morning – note to self – never sit next to Pam and her evil right hook.
Just the two nights this year and no Mr H for the first time since we met there – dancing on the Sports Cafe banquettes just isn't the same without our re-run of our drunken 2am first snog, aaah x