It's all jolly southerly, at times the wind follows the path of the path, quartering the hillside nicely. Oh well, we can sit and chew the cud, but seeing as we've bunked off work we may as well head over to Bald Nob and get some stick time in....
the senior sect decide to stay put
in the style of Mr Potato Head
Gary untucks his work shirt and doths a cap in an attempt to throw passers by off the scent
Mick wonders if anyone else is up for a bit of bare back rodeo