Still Recovering

Well, this weekend sure was fun! Around 20 of us from the Centre for Translation Studies took a little trip to the Yorkshire Dales to stay in a 'hut' owned by the university... Which generally involved a lot of booze, much singing of Moulin Rouge until very, very late in the morning, and not very much, er, walking!

We all settled in the hut, arriving at various points of the evening on the Friday, and proceded to eat most of the largest pot of spaghetti I have ever seen (Jo Drugan managed to snack on what was left upon her arrival the next day) and onto an evening of poker and firewater (personally speaking).

We did manage a little wander the next day, however, taking in the sights, sounds, smells and, er, sheep of the area around Selside and Horton-in-Ribblesdale. The journey was a little rambling, but we managed to find our way, passing through the only patch of the area where I received mobile signal (only to receive 2 text messages from the previous day from Dragos!), and passing Serge coming back the other way, surprisingly!



We did manage to watch the match, which was a little disappointing for those of us not supporting Portugal (Rute and Sol were sitting in the corner of the pub, Rute kept clapping her hand over her mouth everytime she yelped when Portugal got a chance!)...I would have preferred to continue the walk a little further, to Pen-y-Ghent (which I'd been eyeing up ever since our last little excursion to the Dales, when we climbed Ingleborough) and get back to Horton-in-Ribblesdale in time for the France-Brazil match, which would have been infinitely more interesting...

More drinking, copious amounts of curry and yet more poker (mixed with a little Rummikub) followed, thanks to Kirstin for starting the Moulin Rouge thing sometime after 2 or 3am...

So that was this weekend - no lasting physical effects other than the thousands of insect bites (I don't think any of us were spared!), though there are lots of photos, some of which are here, or you can see the whole set here: