winter winds

It's still painfully cold. Sunday starts with the promise of sunshine and loveliness, but by 12 o'clock it's boarder line arctic.

Cannon Ball Run's Capt. Chaos straps himself in...




first time we've spotted a Red Kite on the hill, it tries to get
frisky with Simon's Luna



Pained by the cold, we retire to the cars soon after 12.30


Ray's boot




Simon Cowl (Rob's gag)



Meanwhile back at the patch, Paul (who's palms are too hairy to hide) prepares to strike his prey...


suit...

you....

sir!

Gary's mentalistic banana