In The Haddenham Hole

by Caroline Coates Poor old Haddenham Sitting in a field Trying to get airborne Weather wouldn’t yield Most flew Saturday Breezes not too strong No-one up on Sunday Downpours all day long Sun appeared Monday Wind too much a strain Then just for good measure Another load of rain Didn’t dampen spirits Of those who stayed to wait Couldn’t beat the dinners Gayle managed to create Didn’t thwart friendships Renewed once again Couldn’t stop Upward Bound’s Rally, 2010* *read as ‘twenty-ten’

At least we could all shelter in the marquee...

Peter Underwood's a happy camper!

Oh Henry!

Hang on Jim