I set off from Manchester on 25th July and headed for Cromer on the train. After spending £50 on a ticket, I headed for the train which was quite busy.

The train journey was long, with only one change in Norwich. I had 5 hours to kill on the Manchester to Norwich leg and so I played with my laptop, designing bikes and read a book.

Once on the local stopping train to Cromer I was much happier because the end was in sight! I stepped off the train at about 4.30 and phoned camp to request either a lift or directions to the campsite.

I was told they might be a few minutes in getting round to pick me up, so I stopped in the station pub for the most expensive pint of coke I have ever bought – £2.80.

Jo Sale shortly arrived and picked up me and my massive suitcase and headed back to the campsite. They were in the middle of a job and so I got stuck into helping. I felt a bit bad because I had come late, and most of the tents were already up!

After tea there were more jobs to do, like painting the tent pegs bright green.

The next few days went by in a flash, and there were lots of jobs to do, but there were four of us ‘younger’ kids that tended to do stuff together. Me, James, Abby and Andrew.

On Thursday we went down into cromer and chilled out on a pub patio and listened to silly tunes on James’ phone. Apparently James and Abby got a ticking off for going to the pub, though noone spoke to me.

Days get mixed up in my head, but we spent a while marking and painting the football pitch, and also spent hours picking up sheep poo.

On Friday we had the morning off, and we went down to the beach. After walking for about a mile down the coast, we washed ourselves in the small beach shower at Cromer and headed back. It must be noted that James was intending to wash his feet….but pressed the wrong shower button and got his head. Very funny. As we were walking back through the Teen Camp field, it started tipping it down, so we sheltered in their dining tent for about 30 minutes until the torrent had subsided.

On friday afternoon the Mr Holliday came with a digger and dug the pits in the rain. His poor little cab kept steaming up.

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