Day 7

DING DONG!!!!
Morning campers.
Welcome to Bobby and Al's big day off.
The sun shone brightly (through the tipping rain some how) and the Boyz jumped from there warm cozy sleeping bags. (like that would ever happen ;-)).
The trip they had been planning all year was here. Nothing was going to stop these lads getting to Robin 'the' Hoods Bay. The fun and games that were to be had would be legendary.
The first thing to do was fire up the turbo charged Ferrari 635 carbon fiber bikes. These babies almost peddled themselves.
ZIP went the tent flaps and POW went the boyz on their bikes.
The first obstacle was PC slug who would be waiting for them on the M007 on-slip. The boyz slipped up behind PC slugs car and slipped a mackerel in the exhaust. Then, drawing up next to the slug, saluted and slipped there 635's into first and shot down the on-slip. PC slug put his fat foot on the gas and the wagon farted and died in a cloud if fishy smoke.
As the boyz prepared to leave the M007 they saw the dreaded Councillor Smythes plan to de-rail there day off. A DIVERSION for unplanned road works.
The boyz had to think fast. Yes they cycled down the cycle lane (pavement to you and me).
The trip was a short one, just 7.8 miles and they could not be late to the hood's pad (beach) or they would miss the fun.
When they arrived the timing was perfect. Yes the tide was out.
It was castle building time.
The competition was for the most imaginative castle. The boyz set about the construction with gusto.
Castle builders are a dying breed but this crowd had come prepared with proper shovels for proper castles
The work of art took many different twists and turns until the Eiffel tower suddenly became obvious. And all that with just sand. They had it in the bag.
They collected the coveted top prize of a real diary ice cream cone with flake and raspberry blood.
This was the pinnacle of the day and was savored (as long as the rain did not melt it)
Time for proper grub and that was back in good old Whitby.
The boyz leaped on to there trusty steads and burnt rubber to make it back in time for the gourmet meal.
BUT PC slug had other plans he was touring the lanes above the hoods bay and was determined to catch them good ol' boyz.
Just then there was the sound of the confederate army rallying call. (you know the one ;-)) and the boyz lept right over the roof of PC slugs car shouting "YEEE HAAA" the boyz landed with what should have been a journey ending crunch but their 635's were magically indestructible. PC slug watched as the boyz flew over and did not see the slipway in front if him and glug glug went the wagon.
The boyz flashed back along the M007 to Whitby knowing what awaited them.
Bang on time they drew up in front of the Quay side fish and chip shop.
MUNCH MUNCH!!!! Yum Yum pigs bum.
After such a good day off the boyz returned to there tents and had a brew like all good ol' boyz do ;-)
The end
(yep you guessed it. It has rained all day on our day off but we made the best if it :-D)