Gower 02- where are all the freshers?? Or Bollocks to paddling

We happy campers that we are set off for Gower at top speed, except that Hippy (fast acquiring the prefix Tosser…) John, wanted to go for a gentile weekend in Hove instead. After numerous suitable insults from the back of the bus he resolved to go North instead, and having turned on the minibus's built in sheep shagging detector we arrived at Gower in no time at all.
Saturday brought warm sun and lots of blonde girls to the beach, (why go so far as Lisbon to find them?). After much derision of the surf by the canoeists amongst us (we aren't really a canoe club are we?) they all pottered off to surf and came back having decided it was in fact cool. Dave has a shiny new camera, now full of sand (he he!) and pictures of Dave upside down. Surf finished with the happy campers toddled off back to the campsite, some even had a shower, though not together, or not that we noticed. Saturday saw the arrival of some scum on a normally respectable campsite, in the form of Swansea Uni Canoe club (cue girls eyeing boys, boys eyeing boys), who to make things worse are kind of interested in canoeing unlike us lot. We hurried off to get ready for a night of singing and drinking, and more sheep. Lots of drinking and singing followed, and Ruth decided to decamp to the opposition (Swansea), so numerous others decided to as well. John Board got lost in a field after being clubbed over the head by his future wife, they then got married and she came back to out chalet where she spent the night, but where was John????.
Well the next morning came and after some faffing the club got moving. There were tearful goodbyes (John and his new missus was the highlight of these). On arrival at the beach there was no sign of any surf so we all went into Swansea for some lunch, and dancing on the dancing machines. Cue girls dancing gracefully, boys dancing(?) with the grace of a hippo wallowing in some particularly sticky mud.
We all made it back to Uni in record time and were left feeling tired and happy (except John whose mind was elsewhere (Swansea! or www.southwalessheepshaggers.com depending on how you look at it)