ThePADDLER 86
The Saturday wound down,
bringing everyone back to the party marquee for dinner, the showing of the annual NSR Film Festival, before people left to the campsite to change into their festive regalia for the biggest party of the weekend. And so it began, countless baby Jesuses, Christmas jumpers, donkeys, snowmen, and one deviant inexplicably, but unavoidably, dressed in a mankini descended on the party tent for the most oddly-timed Christmas party I've ever experienced. Beer flowed freely, the dancing was unhinged, and everyone slept soundly through the classic combination of exhaustion and plenty of drinks.