L**? Grumpy? Oh Yes.
"Go to Germany" said TALCE. "Have a hire car, you'll be in the Paderborn area" he said." You can have a night stop somewhere nice each way" he said. Got to be good.
First bit of grumpiness was at Folkestone when the customs wanted to stop L** from taking his survival knife on the Catamaran. "Do you think I'm going to stab the hull? Etc."
When we got to Sennelager we found out we were in tents, surrounded by barbed wire out on the tank range. And our stash of wine was in the hire car outside the wire.
