The Summer Student

It’s free, it’s fun and it has a zip line.

With the weather hotting up, we all want to be out in the summer sunshine, frolicking like idiots. An outing to the park is a perfect excuse to laze around soaking up UV rays, and of course, it’s FREE.

We discovered the park on a drunken night out last week. We call our new tradition “drunken Thursday”; it’s basically an opportunity to blow off some steam without having anything to do during the day. On this particular day, we chummed up with another house who had been to the park by the castle before. None of our housemates had; and so tanked up with gin, we ambled down there in the darkness and commenced blundering around. 

I was horribly injured in the whole “see how many people we can get on the zip line” scenario; we managed to get four of us on, and I was dragging along the floor the whole way. So halfway through the zip (going about 60, 70 thousand miles per hour,) I thought, shit it. I’ll let go.

Mud and grazes all up my back, multiple kicks to the face, and a nasty bang to the head with a side order of whiplash. It was amazing.

We’ve ventured back there since under less dangerous pretences just to lie around and talk about the meaning of life, soaking up a bit of summer sun and trying to avoid being trampled by hyperactive toddlers. 

Ideal.