Tuesday, 20 November 2007


Morange took us to the top of a hill in the midst of soft sand and we were worried. last time it had been whatever goes down must come back up. This time. to the relief of most, no such luck. We stayed on the plane top. A good varigated run. Arman was first in and despite itching to make his own toast and Klipe's refusal to assist, the lovely Razzer got it all sorted. As did Seaweed, too long off the bucket, he's mellowed waiting his turn to spy. What's the square root of 29?
It was another of those evenings, the sun setting deep into the red red sea, as we watched the two coasts and passed the time until lotto called. Hi to Callum - just to see if you're watching!
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