Still raining hard, realised after a while that we were going to be here another night, and after we finished the last crumbs of flapjack we were out of supplies. We sipped coffee until early lunch time and decided to make a dash for the Beaulieu Road Inn.
The pub was great, it was wonderful to be on a chair, in a bar after a day spent laying or squatting in the tent. The
lunch menu looked really enticing and we managed to get a bar tab going because we were running short of cash. Drank ale, I had a cracking fish pie while Kez enjoyed her steak and kidney, we were just ordering another pint and considering what me might have for dinner from the evening menu when the barmaid informed us that they closed at three o’clock for a couple of hours. Pretty bloody inconvenient really, just as we were getting comfortable, so kez bought a bottle of wine to take away and we cycled back to the camp for a boozey snooze and a surprisingly good shower before heading back to the pub once again for dinner and more ale! The New Forest isn’t so bad. After a very pleasant evening we wobbled back to the camp, Kez decided she was too wobbly and it was too dark to cycle down the private road to the camp site, much to my drunken consternation, so we walked huffily pushing the bikes. Thankfully… It had stopped raining.