….TO OUR DINING ROOM
Born from times of conflict
The story of The Dawdlers Club starts many years ago in the wind-swept plains of North Africa. Towards the end of the Second World War, my grandfather, Corporal AG Fripp, a driver with the Royal Air Force, would regularly ‘dawdle’ across the deserts of the middle east, transporting everything from aircraft engines to boxes of blankets on the back of his lorry. The journeys were often dirty, slow & tedious, & as you could imagine, fraught with danger.
At night, he & his chums would rendezvous in the desert, where they would park-up. Now being British gentlemen, they had no desire to ‘rough-it’. Makeshift showers were constructed, marquees erected & out would come folding wooden tables, tablecloths, chairs, plates, cutlery, glasses – even silver candelabras made by craftsmen in Cairo. And although food was rationed, supplemented bits & pieces was acquired en-route (along with rum & cigarettes acquired from good-natured Navy-types). So in times of extreme hardship, the gentlemen of The Dawdlers Club carried on with style & decorum.
These days, at The Dawdlers Club we still like to invoke this type of British eccentricity through our passion for eating delicious food in places of great natural beauty. Our aim is to provide inspiration in what can be achieved with a little prior preparation & planning. So if you fancy a solo snack in the local woods, or a banquet for your chums on the slopes of Mount Snowdon, we want to show you how.
So if this kind of nonsense appeals to you, just add your email below & join the club.
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