Five club members arrived at the Halfway House Inn, Grenofen, with the aim of selling some more raffle tickets, promote the club and publicise the open day.
There was a lot of passing traffic and a large number of passengers were pointing at us but nobody bought any tickets. Hopefully some of them checked us out on line when they got home.
The rain which had been falling most of the morning became heavier and more persistent, Dartmoor disappeared into low cloud and we disappeared into the pub, leaving Jack ( the parrot ) in charge of the caravan.
After a very good Sunday Roast and for me '3 pints' of Cornish Rattler "cider" 'cos it's nowhere near as strong as the real stuff, we went back on duty. Jack scared the landlord's dog off, by growling at it. I had a chat with a very wet biking couple from Sweden who were riding to Spain but they didn't want a ticket either.
No tickets sold, leaflets all over the pub, with a well aired publicity caravan, we went our different ways quite satisfied with the day's effort.
PSSSTTT
Does anyone want a raffle ticket ? after all, a free flight in a club aircraft
could be 5 hours in a K8 !!
....... or a Bocian ..... !
Alan Carter
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