What a shame Rab!
i could only do setup and yesterday, but I have to say, it was one of the best shows for me in recent years.
May be not quite as many indoor manufacturers stands as there has been, and not quite so many club stands as I've seen; but the club stand had a fantastic buzz about it, for a good chunk of the day, there were lots of crowds at the show in general, and there were quite a few little niche "new" marques tucked away between the bigger hall stands.
Its always been a popular destination for European fans, this year especially.
Stoneleigh isn't just a show though, it's an experience. Stoneleigh, (for many, done at its best) begins when you jump into your Westfield after loading the camping gear in every nook and cranny of the car, form into a convoy with your mates in their Westfields, and from their, the grins just get bigger as the convoys get bigger the nearer to the show grounds you get.
Arriving at the show in a huge snake of Westfields, you then find yourself parking up in the middle of more Westfields than you've ever seen in one spot.
It's as much about a drink or three and the after show BBQ putting the world to rights with a hoard of other club members before going in search of your tent, as browsing the exhibits.
Monday morning see's the slightly blurry eyed clutching bacon buttes and sausage sandwiches from the cafe and standing watching with a slightly proud grin as huge convoys of Westfields role in for another day.
Followed by an expensive stroll round those stalls you earmarked the day before to pick up one or two souvenirs from
Later that day, the realisation will dawn that you were already loaded to the gunnels with camping gear and that the five new carrier bags and un feasibly large comedy style package "must have" are going to be a bit tricky to get home!
This is where you see owners in the WSCC camping field staring at bits of gear, minds racing, wondering what they could throw away, or leave behind, to fit what's left into a suddenly very small car...
And finally, Stoneleigh ends, when you role up home, shattered, desperate for a shower, hyper, with a thousand and one stories to tell any one that will listen!
Now, did I tell you what happened to me on the way back this year...