Friday morning at the crack of dawn I undertook something I have stubbornly fought against for the past five months. That's right, finally my soldier won the war and I camped. We travelled down friday morning and the weather was on my side, after the torrential rain we've had recently, the sun decided to follow us down to Kent. The rest of the boy's were already on site, so when we arrived all we had to do was set up our beds etc. Soon after the boys had to go down for the battle, My soldiers grandparents, cousin and I found a good spot on a hill and settled down to watch.
The weapons the boys use during shows are all blank firing but they're still a bit scary and still make a hell of a bang! It was so heavy I could barely lift it
this photo is here just for the pure hilarity of my facial expression whilst struggling to pull the bolt back. So un girl power of me but I needed a lot of male assistance during this little lesson.
and another just because as scary as it was I feel quite proud of myself, mostly for being able to hold it up and for not injuring myself/anyone else.
After the guns were safely taken away from me, My soldier and I took Alan's WW2 jeep for a spin around the site. It was really fun even though we nearly broke it, oops! sorry Al!! I think he looks super cute in this picture! So happy to get behind the wheel and try to start convincing me a Jeep would be a really good investment for him to make......