basecamp - Sketching + Packing
Becka Lawson
I started drawing up surveys at 7am. Around 10 people were starting
to emerge after last nights deep fat fried glove extravaganza. The
conversation idly turned to ferry times as Tony et al set off home.
Dunks decided when on the 19th his ferry went and came back and asked
the date. "The 17th". "My ferry leaves in 12 hours." "The 19th is when I
fly to China." Fine-honed expo machine spluttered into action and within
the hour the wheels were on the trailer, it was filled with rope and the
tarps strapped on, Martin had been working from his hung-over lie in,
their gear was packed up, they'd been fed a cooked breakfast, sandwiches
packed and they were on the road... With a good chance of making the
ferry. After this firestorm we slumped for a while then started cleaning
and I sketched until 3am, by which time I only had Pete for company who
was on a one bender trying to beat Nial's beer tally. The last bits of
plan for maximum pleasure were a bit ropey but I got there in the end
ready for a 7.30 start to catch our train to Italy.