The Isle of Wight ferry was suitably hippified with plenty of tents and backpackers amongst an occasional yachting blazer, although we were a little ahead of the curve, judging by the amount of metal crash barriers which didn't seem to be serving a useful purpose.
And by the time we found Newport we decided that a special signal had been sent out the all of the traffic cones in the UK, causing them to congregate in this one spot. "the cone machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party"
With our local knowledge, we're currently looking out to sea away from the still gently simmering crowds. An Indian take-away and wine yesterday evening and we are set up well for the day.
Impressed that I've found a wifi hotspot, but things may start to go erratic after this as we enter the Gates of Dawn.
Proper site pictures later, after I've charged various devices and found the little connectybit.
all of your cones are belong to us.
(君達の基地は、全てCONESがいただいた。)
