Enthusiastic, but Alas ...

The Savour of Sussex (Copyright © 2005 Da Bear)

BRIGHTON, United Kingdom -- The visuals displayed above were shot in the dying rays of evening light through a rather sexy 5.1 megapixel digital camera. The camera would in all its glory fit snuggly in the palm of 7 year old child.

This was the end of an active day in Lewes, just a stones throw away from Brighton (for Hercules), for us mere humans a 12 minute ride in the train. It was a bright, sunny day in Brighton that early morn (12:00pm). The house-hold was just awakening from its slumber when suddenly a little hungover voice called out "oh what a beautiful moorrrrning ... lets go on a picnic". Da Bear during this conversation was contemplating waking up and plodding downstairs. As a result Da bear was beckoned and a picnic was announced.

In between Brighton and Lewes, United Kingdom, 1:30pm -- So here they were, 8 people in all, on a train, heading to Lewes. Upon arrival in the middle of nowhere the happy band of picnikkers (pardon my french) jump out of the train completely ignoring the warning to mind the gap betwenn train and platform and almost bringing the party down form 8 to 6 start walking to Godknowswhere.

Eventually, the band walk past a sports store ... back pedal and purchase a football ... yes a football (ref: David Beckham, Penalties). A little bit further on on approaching a supermarket a bright-spark in the group brings to attention that a picnic requires food and of course alcohol. So they all troop into the supermarket and buy 3 whole roasted chickens and 30 bottles of beer. So now the band consists of 8 people, 3 chickens, 30 bottles of beer and a football.

Lewes, United Kingdom, 2:47pm -- Stumble upon a large park with a hill on the side and goal posts. Manna from heaven. The group settle on the hill, pop open a few bottles of beer, maul a chicken, roll the unmentionables and start steeting up the goals to paly football.

Lewes, United Kingdom, 3:12pm -- The football begins. It is a great game. The greatness stopped short just about there. In reference to the title of this post, the enthusiasm shown was immense. Running with great aplumb, kicking the ball in the completly vertical angles and in totally opposite directions to the goals, almost dying due to lack of breath, swearing out loud after kicking large amounts of the atmosphere, the goalkeeper backing into the goal and catching the ball ... but alas the talent had been left in Timbuctoo. Such was the lack of talent that Pele is bound to have died a thousand deaths.

Soon it was time to leave. Packing up all that was left and after cleaning out th garbage the band head back to Brighton.

Brighton, United Kingdom, 6:04pm -- The dominant males in the group who as the image shows were many decide to display their dominance (ref: Savour of Sussex). The females were far from impressed. However a couple of passing males did raise a few eyebrows which caused the dominant males to rapidly scrample off their perch.

Flat 50, Brighthelm, Brighton, United Kingdom 6:35pm -- In retrospect, the picnic was a success after a number of interviews were carried out by correspondents from BNN who I must say were rather intoxicated upon depature of the residence. The football still lies in Room 5 pondering over why it was kicked with so much enthusiasm in vain. Will it ever know ?

Further endeavours of this happy band of travellers will be covered in the coming weeks. Stay tuned to BNN. And now for the weather by Foggy Bottom ...