Ben's Stag Do (Part Six - Night)

All good things, as they say, must come to an end.

Having lost the light we made the trek back up to the campsite, complete with fire in tow (nice work Mr. Hud...) back near the safety of the tents, James spotted a UFO and mused a little about aliens, while I mused on the highlights and lowlights of the weekend.

Everyone else slowly went to bed, leaving Shaun and I to cook his fingers. Then our stag Ben returned, with cramp in his leg. Shaun beatboxed and got him to dance a little, which solved the problem. And that was that.