Dunbar was a nice place, and a few of us got the bus in on Friday to inspect the harbour and the local hostelries.


There was a weather warning issued for Friday night, and a big storm hit around 2am. By daylight it was clear that things were not as they should be.


Our awning had been ripped to shreds, possessions destroyed or blown away etc. And we were not the only ones. Here's Terry, still in jim-jams, trying to find some clean pants to wear on the long drive home to Worthing.

Which is why any latecomers arriving on Saturday didn't find much evidence of the Bongo meet.....we'd had enough and drove home!