Morning came with a very achey shoulder thanks to the previous night’s tumble. One of the perennial mysteries of Ferocious Dog folklore was answered for me by sharing a room with Ken – he does indeed sleep with his hair spiked! He’s pretty disciplined in keeping his head on one side, switching sides occasionally – so there ya go! A bit of random telly passed the time before we nipped to the adjoining restaurant to grab some breakfast.
Dan, Waggy and Wez were already getting their morning repast, and once we’d done it was back to get cleaned up in the room. There were some running repairs to Ken’s rearmost two spikes with a bit of hairspray and a hairdryer (which was a bit too hot, oops, sorry Ken) before reconvening with everyone outside to get on the bus and head to Margate. John and Scott surprisingly lively considering another late night.
Since they had missed breakfast though it wasn’t long before we were breaking into the Jersey cheese from Julie and Paul – and very delicious it was too. We were a bit cowardly in the bag to tackle the very ripe looking camembert – but passed it up to the front where Waggy and Wez proceeded to pop it on the heater to get it even more well done. Pair of animals. In the back we were listening to House of Pain interspersed with the meerkat sat nav voice up front.