The weekend of 11 - 12 September saw 50+ people converge on Mark’s house in deepest, darkest Norfolk to fill the quiet country air with the banter of competitive sports, the crackle of fires in barrels and the clinking of wine bottles for 24 hours.
The Edinburgh office and their families were up at the crack of dawn on the 11th in order to catch their flight to Norwich. Once they found their way through the narrow, tree-lined lanes to Mark’s ‘rural idyll’ they set up their tents and got to work on assembling the croquet and starting into the 72 pints of ‘Wherry'. The majority of the London office arrived mid-afternoon, after some commendable driving by Philip and shadowing by Benz, and despite some confusion over (missing) directions.
After some speedy tent erecting (though it was noted that Mark’s tent ended up alone in the middle of the field) there was much hand shaking and imbibing. Some braved the zip line, trampoline and bouncy castle whilst others devised ways to lose their kids in the crèche for the rest of the afternoon.
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