From the archives...

A few years ago, a young Planet Stamford were invited to Piel Island.
The only way on is by "ferry"...

We set up camp in the castle ruins...

Drank some Ale...

Socialised...

And studied some local customs...

It's harder than you think to knock a potato across a room when drunk...

Until you fall over, then you can use your nose...

The partying took it's toll...

And the ferryman liked to rock the boat all the way back!