Bongo Fury

Well, these here Noth west doo's just get better and better.
A BIG thanks to Mr M for organising this one, you picked a great site there.
Nice to meet up with everyone, old friends and new.
Thanks to Andanden for the brew and sarnie when we arrived, thanks to DBO for the little job on my bongo, works atreat, your stars.
some great pics there Debs, looks like Muz has some competition.
Shame about the trip home on the A55, but hey, found out my mason works !!!

Again, thanks everybody for another great weekend

Friday night, and I huddled in the awning praying the gales wouldn't take it as it whipped to and fro. Bongo roof was down (too windy to risk it and too blowy to enjoy a sleep up there) and I didn't fancy the awning much either as the wind whipping through it at ground level was 'significant'. I asked myself why I'd let myself in for this.....again, and I cursed the weatherman for his cr*ppy forecast. Appropriately, I was reading Richard Branson's autobiography by the flickering gaslamp. At this point, he and Per Lindstrom were at 42,000 feet above a wild Pacific Ocean and certain death, and at an altitude beyond the tested pressurisation limit of their capsule, having dropped half their fuel supply due to a faulty release mechanism and then risen uncontrollably. It seemed to fit the moment in some ghastly way. We ended up with all three of us sleeping top and tail downstairs in the Bongo. Amazingly, I slept like a log. I woke up at 3.00am for some essential older chaps business. The wind had dropped to nothing and a fullish moon was out, with just some haze and a few clouds scudding across it. Things looked distinctly better, as long as they stayed that way.

And they did. They just got better and better. We had a fantastic time. Not ready to join Harry for the walk, we nevertheless joined them at the pub at the end of their walk (nice ), and then did our own short evening walk up the Miners Track to the base of Snowdon's broody upper slopes. The scenery was unforgettable. Will spotted a ferret/weasel darting about the slopes near the shores of a hanging lake by the last light of day. We met two mountain hikers who were planning to climb Snowdon as night fell and to sleep only under whatever overhang they could find for shelter. Serious stuff!

On Sunday we joined a convoy of ten Bongos and headed off for the Electric Mountain; another unforgettable outing and a wonder that reminded me of something out of James Bond, and the boys something out of Alex Rider - ha ha! Thanks++ to Mr Muz for organising the tour for us.

And most of all, a huge big thanks to Mister and Mrs Munkey for persuading us out to the Welsh Mountains so early in the year (Tan Hill last year was another stunner put together by them). By Sunday, the weather was so good it could have been summer. And the drive there (we bumped into DaveBlueOzzie just past Chester and wouldn't let him pass us) and back through Snowdonia and the Denbigh Valley was stunning (with no traffic jams - gloat, gloat ). I never cease to be amazed at how much fun the Bongo is to drive on good open roads and in hilly country. Even fully loaded and pulling a heavy trailer it seemed to get along as well as most cars (and better than some), and it handles impeccably. Oh and we even dialled 999 to report a house on fire somewhere in Denbighshire. And - get this - they said they'd already had a call from a lady who wanted to let them know she was conducting a 'controlled fire' (huh? sounded to me like they were torching an Englishman's holiday cottage and didn't want anyone attending - ha ha!). Within 5 mins, the fire engine passed us going to attend to it: I was impressed. I'm sure I recognised Fireman Sam driving, but the blonde floozy in the passenger seat was new to me.

Great to see so many old faces (well not that Wayne is old but.....) and new ones too. We all had a stonking time. And I guess I'll ignore my better judgement and be back for more. Well, you have to fly the flag and do your bit don't you eh?

Muz and others (stunning pic of Kirsty and her Bongo ther Muz) will take much better pics than I ever can, but I liked this simple bit of green on green, taken on the road from Bedgellert heading up to join Harry, Mountaingoat and the Munkey Clan at t'pub.





Have a great 2009 y'all - if the rest are like this it's going to be a very good year

Your old never-stops-talking-chum

mikeonb4c

mikeonb4c wrote:Friday night, and I huddled in the awning praying the gales wouldn't take it as it whipped to and fro. Bongo roof was down (too windy to risk it and too blowy to enjoy a sleep up there) and I didn't fancy the awning much either as the wind whipping through it at ground level was 'significant'. I asked myself why I'd let myself in for this.....again, and I cursed the weatherman for his cr*ppy forecast. Appropriately, I was reading Richard Branson's autobiography by the flickering gaslamp. At this point, he and Per Lindstrom were at 42,000 feet above a wild Pacific Ocean and certain death, and at an altitude beyond the tested pressurisation limit of their capsule, having dropped half their fuel supply due to a faulty release mechanism and then risen uncontrollably. It seemed to fit the moment in some ghastly way. We ended up with all three of us sleeping top and tail downstairs in the Bongo. Amazingly, I slept like a log. I woke up at 3.00am for some essential older chaps business. The wind had dropped to nothing and a fullish moon was out, with just some haze and a few clouds scudding across it. Things looked distinctly better, as long as they stayed that way.

And they did. They just got better and better. We had a fantastic time. Not ready to join Harry for the walk, we nevertheless joined them at the pub at the end of their walk (nice ), and then did our own short evening walk up the Miners Track to the base of Snowdon's broody upper slopes. The scenery was unforgettable. Will spotted a ferret/weasel darting about the slopes near the shores of a hanging lake by the last light of day. We met two mountain hikers who were planning to climb Snowdon as night fell and to sleep only under whatever overhang they could find for shelter. Serious stuff!

On Sunday we joined a convoy of ten Bongos and headed off for the Electric Mountain; another unforgettable outing and a wonder that reminded me of something out of James Bond, and the boys something out of Alex Rider - ha ha! Thanks++ to Mr Muz for organising the tour for us.

And most of all, a huge big thanks to Mister and Mrs Munkey for persuading us out to the Welsh Mountains so early in the year (Tan Hill last year was another stunner put together by them). By Sunday, the weather was so good it could have been summer. And the drive there (we bumped into DaveBlueOzzie just past Chester and wouldn't let him pass us) and back through Snowdonia and the Denbigh Valley was stunning (with no traffic jams - gloat, gloat ). I never cease to be amazed at how much fun the Bongo is to drive on good open roads and in hilly country. Even fully loaded and pulling a heavy trailer it seemed to get along as well as most cars (and better than some), and it handles impeccably. Oh and we even dialled 999 to report a house on fire somewhere in Denbighshire. And - get this - they said they'd already had a call from a lady who wanted to let them know she was conducting a 'controlled fire' (huh? sounded to me like they were torching an Englishman's holiday cottage and didn't want anyone attending - ha ha!). Within 5 mins, the fire engine passed us going to attend to it: I was impressed. I'm sure I recognised Fireman Sam driving, but the blonde floozy in the passenger seat was new to me.

Great to see so many old faces (well not that Wayne is old but.....) and new ones too. We all had a stonking time. And I guess I'll ignore my better judgement and be back for more. Well, you have to fly the flag and do your bit don't you eh?

Muz and others (stunning pic of Kirsty and her Bongo ther Muz) will take much better pics than I ever can, but I liked this simple bit of green on green, taken on the road from Bedgellert heading up to join Harry, Mountaingoat and the Munkey Clan at t'pub.





Have a great 2009 y'all - if the rest are like this it's going to be a very good year

Your old never-stops-talking-chum

mikeonb4c

my lad was in the bath tonight and said...I liked the man that talked about stuff LOL

blobber wrote:Well, these here Noth west doo's just get better and better.
A BIG thanks to Mr M for organising this one, you picked a great site there.
Nice to meet up with everyone, old friends and new.
Thanks to Andanden for the brew and sarnie when we arrived, thanks to DBO for the little job on my bongo, works atreat, your stars.
some great pics there Debs, looks like Muz has some competition.
Shame about the trip home on the A55, but hey, found out my mason works !!!

Again, thanks everybody for another great weekend

hey thanks again for the fab addie to the bongo..
Muz has no competiton his pics are ace...
heard summit about a gas leak and hold ups!!
Wot's a mason??
Debs

Great time munkey speak soon xxxxxx

debbiepritch wrote:

blobber wrote:Well, these here Noth west doo's just get better and better.
A BIG thanks to Mr M for organising this one, you picked a great site there.
Nice to meet up with everyone, old friends and new.
Thanks to Andanden for the brew and sarnie when we arrived, thanks to DBO for the little job on my bongo, works atreat, your stars.
some great pics there Debs, looks like Muz has some competition.
Shame about the trip home on the A55, but hey, found out my mason works !!!

Again, thanks everybody for another great weekend

hey thanks again for the fab addie to the bongo..
Muz has no competiton his pics are ace...
heard summit about a gas leak and hold ups!!
Wot's a mason??
Debs

Bit like Bongo Fury, but you roll your trouser leg up.

What a fab weekend we all had, : weather turned out great. the trip home was a bit tedius but hey worth it .... oh just a shame we left bob lyn and kirsty behind...

Bob wrote:

debbiepritch wrote:

blobber wrote:Well, these here Noth west doo's just get better and better.
A BIG thanks to Mr M for organising this one, you picked a great site there.
Nice to meet up with everyone, old friends and new.
Thanks to Andanden for the brew and sarnie when we arrived, thanks to DBO for the little job on my bongo, works atreat, your stars.
some great pics there Debs, looks like Muz has some competition.
Shame about the trip home on the A55, but hey, found out my mason works !!!

Again, thanks everybody for another great weekend

hey thanks again for the fab addie to the bongo..
Muz has no competiton his pics are ace...
heard summit about a gas leak and hold ups!!
Wot's a mason??
Debs

Bit like Bongo Fury, but you roll your trouser leg up.

and a funny handshake?????

That's the one.

Really it's an upgrade to your temp gauge, makes it work properly, but don't let on.

Bob wrote:That's the one.

Really it's an upgrade to your temp gauge, makes it work properly, but don't let on.

lol thanks I've got a lot to learn
but should be fun xx

debbiepritch wrote:

mikeonb4c wrote:Friday night, and I huddled in the awning praying the gales wouldn't take it as it whipped to and fro. Bongo roof was down (too windy to risk it and too blowy to enjoy a sleep up there) and I didn't fancy the awning much either as the wind whipping through it at ground level was 'significant'. I asked myself why I'd let myself in for this.....again, and I cursed the weatherman for his cr*ppy forecast. Appropriately, I was reading Richard Branson's autobiography by the flickering gaslamp. At this point, he and Per Lindstrom were at 42,000 feet above a wild Pacific Ocean and certain death, and at an altitude beyond the tested pressurisation limit of their capsule, having dropped half their fuel supply due to a faulty release mechanism and then risen uncontrollably. It seemed to fit the moment in some ghastly way. We ended up with all three of us sleeping top and tail downstairs in the Bongo. Amazingly, I slept like a log. I woke up at 3.00am for some essential older chaps business. The wind had dropped to nothing and a fullish moon was out, with just some haze and a few clouds scudding across it. Things looked distinctly better, as long as they stayed that way.

And they did. They just got better and better. We had a fantastic time. Not ready to join Harry for the walk, we nevertheless joined them at the pub at the end of their walk (nice ), and then did our own short evening walk up the Miners Track to the base of Snowdon's broody upper slopes. The scenery was unforgettable. Will spotted a ferret/weasel darting about the slopes near the shores of a hanging lake by the last light of day. We met two mountain hikers who were planning to climb Snowdon as night fell and to sleep only under whatever overhang they could find for shelter. Serious stuff!

On Sunday we joined a convoy of ten Bongos and headed off for the Electric Mountain; another unforgettable outing and a wonder that reminded me of something out of James Bond, and the boys something out of Alex Rider - ha ha! Thanks++ to Mr Muz for organising the tour for us.

And most of all, a huge big thanks to Mister and Mrs Munkey for persuading us out to the Welsh Mountains so early in the year (Tan Hill last year was another stunner put together by them). By Sunday, the weather was so good it could have been summer. And the drive there (we bumped into DaveBlueOzzie just past Chester and wouldn't let him pass us) and back through Snowdonia and the Denbigh Valley was stunning (with no traffic jams - gloat, gloat ). I never cease to be amazed at how much fun the Bongo is to drive on good open roads and in hilly country. Even fully loaded and pulling a heavy trailer it seemed to get along as well as most cars (and better than some), and it handles impeccably. Oh and we even dialled 999 to report a house on fire somewhere in Denbighshire. And - get this - they said they'd already had a call from a lady who wanted to let them know she was conducting a 'controlled fire' (huh? sounded to me like they were torching an Englishman's holiday cottage and didn't want anyone attending - ha ha!). Within 5 mins, the fire engine passed us going to attend to it: I was impressed. I'm sure I recognised Fireman Sam driving, but the blonde floozy in the passenger seat was new to me.

Great to see so many old faces (well not that Wayne is old but.....) and new ones too. We all had a stonking time. And I guess I'll ignore my better judgement and be back for more. Well, you have to fly the flag and do your bit don't you eh?

Muz and others (stunning pic of Kirsty and her Bongo ther Muz) will take much better pics than I ever can, but I liked this simple bit of green on green, taken on the road from Bedgellert heading up to join Harry, Mountaingoat and the Munkey Clan at t'pub.





Have a great 2009 y'all - if the rest are like this it's going to be a very good year

Your old never-stops-talking-chum

mikeonb4c

my lad was in the bath tonight and said...I liked the man that talked about stuff LOL

Ho ho! I'll try and talk some more stuff next time. I agree about our pics by the way - very promising. I really really meant to get a nice one involving daffodils (my favourite time of the year is when the dafs come out) but just didn't get into the groove on photography this time

mikeonb4c wrote:

debbiepritch wrote:

mikeonb4c wrote:Friday night, and I huddled in the awning praying the gales wouldn't take it as it whipped to and fro. Bongo roof was down (too windy to risk it and too blowy to enjoy a sleep up there) and I didn't fancy the awning much either as the wind whipping through it at ground level was 'significant'. I asked myself why I'd let myself in for this.....again, and I cursed the weatherman for his cr*ppy forecast. Appropriately, I was reading Richard Branson's autobiography by the flickering gaslamp. At this point, he and Per Lindstrom were at 42,000 feet above a wild Pacific Ocean and certain death, and at an altitude beyond the tested pressurisation limit of their capsule, having dropped half their fuel supply due to a faulty release mechanism and then risen uncontrollably. It seemed to fit the moment in some ghastly way. We ended up with all three of us sleeping top and tail downstairs in the Bongo. Amazingly, I slept like a log. I woke up at 3.00am for some essential older chaps business. The wind had dropped to nothing and a fullish moon was out, with just some haze and a few clouds scudding across it. Things looked distinctly better, as long as they stayed that way.

And they did. They just got better and better. We had a fantastic time. Not ready to join Harry for the walk, we nevertheless joined them at the pub at the end of their walk (nice ), and then did our own short evening walk up the Miners Track to the base of Snowdon's broody upper slopes. The scenery was unforgettable. Will spotted a ferret/weasel darting about the slopes near the shores of a hanging lake by the last light of day. We met two mountain hikers who were planning to climb Snowdon as night fell and to sleep only under whatever overhang they could find for shelter. Serious stuff!

On Sunday we joined a convoy of ten Bongos and headed off for the Electric Mountain; another unforgettable outing and a wonder that reminded me of something out of James Bond, and the boys something out of Alex Rider - ha ha! Thanks++ to Mr Muz for organising the tour for us.

And most of all, a huge big thanks to Mister and Mrs Munkey for persuading us out to the Welsh Mountains so early in the year (Tan Hill last year was another stunner put together by them). By Sunday, the weather was so good it could have been summer. And the drive there (we bumped into DaveBlueOzzie just past Chester and wouldn't let him pass us) and back through Snowdonia and the Denbigh Valley was stunning (with no traffic jams - gloat, gloat ). I never cease to be amazed at how much fun the Bongo is to drive on good open roads and in hilly country. Even fully loaded and pulling a heavy trailer it seemed to get along as well as most cars (and better than some), and it handles impeccably. Oh and we even dialled 999 to report a house on fire somewhere in Denbighshire. And - get this - they said they'd already had a call from a lady who wanted to let them know she was conducting a 'controlled fire' (huh? sounded to me like they were torching an Englishman's holiday cottage and didn't want anyone attending - ha ha!). Within 5 mins, the fire engine passed us going to attend to it: I was impressed. I'm sure I recognised Fireman Sam driving, but the blonde floozy in the passenger seat was new to me.

Great to see so many old faces (well not that Wayne is old but.....) and new ones too. We all had a stonking time. And I guess I'll ignore my better judgement and be back for more. Well, you have to fly the flag and do your bit don't you eh?

Muz and others (stunning pic of Kirsty and her Bongo ther Muz) will take much better pics than I ever can, but I liked this simple bit of green on green, taken on the road from Bedgellert heading up to join Harry, Mountaingoat and the Munkey Clan at t'pub.





Have a great 2009 y'all - if the rest are like this it's going to be a very good year

Your old never-stops-talking-chum

mikeonb4c

my lad was in the bath tonight and said...I liked the man that talked about stuff LOL

Ho ho! I'll try and talk some more stuff next time. I agree about our pics by the way - very promising. I really really meant to get a nice one involving daffodils (my favourite time of the year is when the dafs come out) but just didn't get into the groove on photography this time

my lad took these a five year olds view of the daft daffy







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and I didn't crop or change his lol

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