Hastings, Sussex, 1994

After initiating John to the group by holding him upside down till all his money fell out we set off down the motorway, reaching Hastings early Friday morning. We encamped in the rain at a site called Shearburn just outside the town. It was a nice enough place with a fair bit to do. The mould that we had been cultivating on the tent walls had reached maturity now so a regular scraping had to be done first thing. We discovered a pub near to the campsite that offered the promise of a lock-in. Naturally enough we didn't waste much time in accepting and a good night was had by all.

On Saturday we decided to go to Battle and ,of course, to the Battlefield itself. We were most amused to see the Dutch translation of 'The Battle of Hastings' on the tourist signs- 'De Slag Bij Hastings'. Hmm…

More cups of tea later and it was off for a quick burn round the crazy golf. Oh the frenetic life we lead! There was a laser game arcade on the end of the pier which was a lot of fun.

Date: June 1994 Members: 5- Mark, Nic, Stuart, John, Mike Transport: Ford Mondeo

Accomodation: Tent Duration: 3 nights Cost: £100 Rating: Good

Oh Alas! For the second year running Mr Chris was unable to complete or even attend this trip due to domestic dealings. So the question became: who are we going to replace him with?

A position in the Arrow group had opened and tenders were invited to submit applications. The onslaught was tremendous-the only person to apply succeeded in filling the post

So therefore it gives us great pleasure to welcome the one and only Mr John Tomkiss to the arrow fold. Long may he reign and all who sail in him…

Another day loomed. What to do? Well there was the Seven Sisters Cliffs for a start so off we went.

The weather was quite sunny and pleasant though there was a bit of a breeze blowing.

The cliffs looked quite splendid, made all the more so by a brace of old world war two spitfires and Hercules planes flying overhead as part of a weekend of war celebrations going on at the time.

On the way back we popped into Eastbourne for a quick drink (no not THAT drink...tea!). The place was OK but it seems to be full of pensioners. So we were at home then!

The evening beckoned soon enough at the Lord Nelson where we slipped into a gentle coma after a few cosy drinks and a hot curry or two. How we found our way back to the tent was a miracle!

Before you can blink the show was over and it was our last day. No trip would be complete of course without a trip round your friendly neighbourhood nuclear power station now would it? Donning our nuclear protective suits we were taken on an inspection tour. Whilst fascinating for Mark, Nic and John it wasn't so good for Stuart who moaned throughout. Can't understand it myself!

To round the event off we finished up eating at the Little chef as usual before heading home.

Another trip over with. A change of scenery and indeed transport was required for our next trip, to the shores of Loch Ness in 1995!