First I would like to thank all that attended for your wonderful company. It was really special to meet both old friends and new. Best of all was meeting my long lost twin brother, we were separated at birth but it was organised for him to turn up at the gathering. I don't have a photo but lots were taken, I'm sure they will be posted later on. I arrived on Thursday, after a 3 hour drive, just around lunch time to be greeted by an already half crowded field. My good friend Colin couldn't make it until some time Friday due to teaching commitments so that evening I dined alone on a stew of sorts made from vegetables with venison cabanos, washed down by a very pleasing Cotes du Rhone. Cooked on my faithful Tilleymus No.2 The late evening and well into the night was spent under Nigel's gazebo watching kettles boil, It started to rain early evening and really chucked it down all night. Bit of overkill using Kevin's 4 burner Optimus I felt. The assembled kettle watchers. Friday morning I awoke to a grey sky but the day perked up mid morning to stunning sunshine all day. As we all sat Smeaton watching A view of Smeaton's arches in the morning gloom. I phoned Colin to see what time he was arriving and he told me he had come down with the dreaded 'Bombay Trots' So a lone stir fry chicken and vegetables washed down with a couple of cheese eating surrender monkey's beers, cooked again on the faithful Tilleymus No.2 The evening was spent again in good company well into the early hours. Inside my gazebo Trevor and Paul Saturday proved to be another stunning day and a 'fairly' late breakfast was cooked on my newly fettled Primus 523. Breakfast was a 'Full English' with piping hot coffee. It was at this stage that my long lost twin brother made his entrance. Some pictures will follow from other happy campers I'm sure. Trevor and I spent a good deal of Friday sat in my gazebo getting it ready in between the odd beer or two. Due to the late hour that we retired to our beds and the late breakfast, Paul and I shared a wonderfully leisurely alfresco lunch again washed down with a bottle of Cotes du Rhone. During the afternoon we were joined by others who came to 'graze' on the lovely ripe Camembert, Dolcelatte and the ciabatta donated by Ian. David dropped by to set light to a stove as only he can. I started messing with my Borde Bomb because I was disappointed with it's performance. It'll be fine when you put a pan on top says Ian and he was right. The hour of World record Breaking loomed and we all gathered in arch No.2 of Smeaton's viaduct. It's at this point I'd like to announce that CCS broke the record set by the Swedes last year. A stunning 48 111 type burners in a line. Video evidence A wonderful effort by all concerned. They came in ones, twos and sixes, everyone joined in. The noise underneath the arch was quite something. Bring it on Sweden As it was Colin's idea in the first place it was decided to create a trophy to be passed between whoever wants to have a go at our record. It'll be called 'The Colin Parfree Memorial 111 Trophy' We all know he's not dead yet but he's not getting any younger and after this weekend's dose of the BTs it surely can't be much longer. Saturday evening was again spent in good company, but it all got a bit much for young Paul. No staying power these youngsters. We awoke on Sunday to yet more rain, of course the tent and gazebo were soaking, I've just finished drying it at home and packing it all away. Time for a proper home cooked Sunday roast and a few bevvies. Once again my thanks go out to all those who attended for your wonderful company.