Oh man, I still shudder when I remember my first Real Ale Wobble experience.
We camped on a small piece of grass outside someones house as the rugby pitch was flooded, there was dog shit everywhere (found a nice one right outside my tent door in the morning).
Washed using a hosepipe that a nice lady let us use to clean our bikes.
Went for a curry on the Saturday night, drank a stupid amount of ale with two nutters from the Kinver Brewery and some American bloke called Gordon who was riding a folding bike.
Awoke with the mother of all hangovers and very very unstable bowels.
Had to stop several times on the wade across the rugby pitch to concentrate and ensure I didn’t have an accident, only to find only one unbroken toilet, a queue of ten people, sewage everywhere and no toilet paper.
Somehow I didn’t let myself down, but it was the worst ten minutes of my life.