This morning I took the Fuji with me and the tripod (which is cumbersome and keeps falling out of the bag). Also nine slices of Warburtons which were truly enjoyed mostly by the geese in the arboretum as the ducks were a little slow off the mark.
This is my favourite of the pice I did up at St. Matthews after scaling the west face of Church hill.
So far I turned down a pint with OBC twice, I've asked my brother to postpone having me over for a meal this side of Christmas and then my sister rang me yesterday and said she'd invited him and Anita over for a meal and did I want to go. I've declined that too (politely). All that free beer and food, there must be something wrong with me.
These measures have to be taken if a lad wants to get into his armadillo and leopardskin trunks by next summer !