Hallowe’en. Ho hum. Breakfast was a scrambled egg cum omelette. Needless to say, after the exploits of the night before, we didn’t get off to a very early start. But finally, after much lounging about, + then a leisurely, even sluggish, clearing-up, we were on our way. I should mention first though, that last night we went to the pub – it was actually quite a good place, except for the PA system for food. But the combination of shrooms + booze did not seem to do me any good. After a while I began to feel faint, + collapsed in the pub as Val was helping me out to get some fresh air. I then collapsed again immediately outside, but 5 minutes of night air revived me wonderfully, sufficient to return + finish my beer.
Anyway… we stopped off to lay in provisions, then drove north. We were heading towards the north of the island, to visit a place that Brent had heard was good for mushrooms. It was quite a drive tho’ – Robbie estimated it at 100 miles, + it turned out to be more. Still, we managed to keep ourselves amused, mainly by playing Botticelli. Brent is a strange guy – he’s very quiet most of the time, but for the last day, while on holiday, he really becomes loud, extremely so at times, + Liz says this is normal. He really gives Robbie a hard time, is nasty, I think, especially when Robbie doesn’t have the capacity for hitting back – not intellectually anyway, physically he’s very big. We arrived at the Nimpkish campsite in good time, + set up the tent, a big 6-man belonging to Brent. Then we set up a fire – Brent did really – there was plenty of wood around. And then we got on with the great mushroom hunt. We did find a few before it got dark, tho’ I didn’t get any benefit from the ones I ate. Had a good meal tho’, of baked potatoes followed by sweet potatoes, then sat around drinking beer. We had plenty. And then crawled into a cosy tent.
Know Brent much better now, and there is no trace of what I call “Nasty”, but I can only suppose I wrote down what I saw. Interesting to see Botticelli – a guessing game – making another appearance, last used while crossing the desert to Las Vegas.
The “collapses” sounded frightening, but clearly had only the most temporary of effects.