
My Mummy & Daddy took our Bongo (Tiki) along, & me with them. As I am only 15 months old, I get very little say in our travels, but just wait until I get them to understand the orders I have been giving them for the last three months

As usual, they left it rather late setting off from home, but this time, we did arrive with enough time for them to erect our Easycamp in daylight


After a pleasant night's sleep in the back of Tiki, I woke the parents early on Friday morning


We all needed some exercise, so off to the lovely town of Stourport-on-Severn, which boasts some bridges

And quite a bit of canal, with a thing called a 'Basin', which was a little large to use for washing


Once we had had our lunch/dinner, Daddy went for a lesson on how to look under the bonnet of Tiki.
Later, he took me on a tour of the massed Bongos. We met loads & loads of people, including:-
Ian (His Excellency, the BongoMeister

Simon (who still claims to Wish he had a Bongo, when clearly he already has one!)
MobileCat (who has our old awning, & apparently keeps some people called Punch & Judy in it

RoosterUK,
Crazy Uncle G & his lovely lady, Kerry,
plus the fearless Kirsty, who seems to wrestle with dragons whenever they appear

In the evening, I was taken to a large white tent, & treated to some interesting entertainment - traditional sing-songs & dancing of the Bongo people, I believe. During a lull in this, I put on a short show for my immediate neighbours:

Sadly, the weather had taken a turn for the worst by Saturday, but we had cleverly arranged to be chauffeured by our good friends, Pete & Sue, to a splendid place called Cadbury World

Here, I was introduced to some very wooden-faced characters . . . .

And we all had some of that stuff (that Mummy tries to protect me from


Sunday was lovely weather again. Some people complained about the breeze, but I am used to that, & Mummy & Daddy like it, because when possible they go off on tiny boats with a huge bag held in their hands, & reach amazing speeds across the water - I think they call it "Windsurfing"

Despite the fact that she was camped in front of us, we only met Lady Violet on the last morning

We packed up & Daddy drove us home on Sunday afternoon, having had a really good time in the company of fellow Bongo affliction sufferers

I am looking forward to going down to Cornwall later this year to meet even more of them. In the meantime, we'll be popping around camping whenever Mummy & Daddy aren't too busy with work, & the weather is good

Bye-bye from Imogen x