Sadly, wind hasn't graced the hallowed turf for over a week now. A couple of keen stick twiddlers managed a quick session the Monday before last, but with a crossed wind and out of reach thermal activity, it's all jolly unsatisfactory!
shite hawks have a laugh at our expense
something pops up behind Eric...
we approach, but a heavily disguised Spiderman
snares the photographer, threatening Duke with the
same if he doesn't turn up his hearing aid and LISTEN!
swopping hill side anecdotes
at least one of us gets some air time
on the brink of high pressure dominance