Every year someone comes up with an idea for something to do during the holiday; whether it’s a visit to the local mushroom mines, or a walk in the hills, such events are always well supported. On occasion events have been organised, or should we say disorganised, in the name of silliness.

As the saying goes, ‘there’s always one, isn’t there?’. Well, in many cases, just a daft conversation gives rise to some form of sillyness which becomes infectious, and instead of there being just ‘one’, there’s several. ‘Le Stroll’ was born of the imagination of several daft ‘one’s’. Dressed in absolutely unsuitable attire – totally inadequate shoes, knotted hankies, and sporting various acoutriments which might just come in handy during this ardious event, participants set off on an expedition so see how slowly they could cover a carefully planned route – round the campsite! Feeding stations (beer), rest stops (foot baths, damp towel and impromptu showers) were available on the route, and a good laugh was had by all who took part. The trip charities derived benefit from donations ‘extracted’ from all those not wise enough to have gone out for the day.

The following year, at Vezac, the formula was repeated, only this time it was ‘Le Shuffle’. Carpet slipper, crutches, bandaged appendages, everything done to make participants as bonkers as those who dreamed it up. More money for the charities.

‘Nail Banging’ has proved popular each time someone has been daft enough to suggest it, and various halfwits have taken away assorted bruises to prove their competitive spirit, and the Auction Night is also good at providing a few laughs with yours truly having his shirt auctioned literally off his back.

On a more worrying note, a spate of gnome-gnapping has begun to rear its head during MOT week, along with kidnappings – and ransom demands – for patio furniture. Culprits will be tracked down and severely fined (so that’s me hiding in me tent then…)