It's not about constant snacking. The problem is that there is
no food to be had. No cafes, bakeries, corner shops, delis, supermarkets, burger vans, fast food outlets, pizzerias, nothing. Nada.
It's a tiny village so you wouldn't expect much, but
nothing at all is a different proposition.
First time, we'd taken supermarket sarnies and snacks in case we fancied a nibble between the event catering and our anticipated Saturday evening sumptuous pub dinner.
Turned out, that's all we had to eat. Nothing was available until breakfast next morning; lunchtime Saturday to 8am Sunday.
The pub we stayed at doesn't even do bar food like sarnies or pies.
OK, we could have driven off somewhere for food but that's not how it's supposed to work. When you get together with old and new Fortean friends you want to sit together and eat, drink and chat. It'd've been nice to be able to hear everyone over the rumbling of stomachs.
We definitely wouldn't go again if we had to travel there by public transport and couldn't carry food or go looking for it.
This year we'll be either ordering pizza/curry or if that's no good, popping out to Tesco for tea, and possibly taking orders for people without cars.
It's that or the nearby cemetery, can't be too fussy. I may take a shovel.
The UFOs meet-up is held at the seaside where there's plenty of choice for food.
In fact, I seem to remember Techy overdoing the Carvery and going a bit
green, which caused a minor flap in the conference hall.