One roll of industrial blue tissue, one bag of flour.The rafts were fantastic, as always - cobbled together from pallet wood, drums and kegs. This year's theme was James Bond. There's usually around 30-40 rafts which make their way from The Meadows to the weir and back again. Most returned safely (one way or another) for the apres-raft party.
Some pics from the day...
If one handful of sand doesn't get them...
...throw the whole bag.
In keeping with Tradition, a motley bunch of civilians hurled various missiles from the footbridge - flour bombs, ripe tomatoes and bread being in vogue this year. A few super soakers surfaced as well, admittedly one being in our camp.
Marauders attack The Samaritans.
Sniper!
View towards the weir.
Tourists.
Flour vapour trails.
Fully loaded!
Sorted !Quote of the day, from a Round Table attendant: "You can throw flour bombs & soft stuff - anything really as long as it's not, like, a water melon."
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