Peter Mallon;

Bob McNeil;

I had always harboured secret, romantic ideas of Greece, ever since reading translations of Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey as a child. To sleep in the cradle of civilisation, to marvel at the mighty temples on the Acropolis, to walk in the footsteps of St. Paul where he preached on the Aeropagus – these were my dreams. With the FIM rally being held in the Peleponnese in 2008, I finally had my chance.

I felt like being sick, my head was spinning, never mind that, my body was spinning. A myriad of colours materialised before my eyes, nothing discernible, just impressions like an out of focus photograph and a gradual, but mercifully rapid, grey blackness that left me numb. A slight awareness, can't move, rumbling sensation in my ears, sleep.

That's it then. Not another this millenium. And lots of you missed it. No more. Done and dusted. History. We'll all have to wait until August 2000 for the next Pilgrims Rally. Those of you that managed to get there will know that it was as good as ever-just quieter. Where was everyone? What did we say? Do wrong?

14/07/99. Set of with Nick at 7am in the morning for the usual boring run from Home to Dover, with fuel stops only. Five and a half hours of bleary-eyed boredom later we meet up with John and Caroline at Dover docks, we are offered an earlier boat but decline this as we are meeting Barry on the other side at a set time, and decide to stick to the plan.....as we arrive in Calais, who is sitting there?.. Barry. Who promptly lets us know that he crossed early, and has been in Calais for hours!

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Reports on club camping weekends.

Stories of membest touring activities.

Reports on rallies attended and those small adventures resulting.

Those tales told in the pub after the tent is up, probably by the traditional roaring log fire.

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