Smithers! Release The Hounds!

Quote of the moment:
"What about a fat peoples' parade? They could call it Lardy Gras!" - Billy Connolly pondering why more groups don't follow the example set by the gas Mardi Gras parade in Sydney.

Today I managed the incredible feat of finally writing an introductory letter to my Camp Director. I was supposed to do it soon after the information pack arrived - well, that was only 3 weeks ago!

Having reclaimed my laptop again briefly last night I managed to upload some more photos. Following on from the (rather dull) shopping ones, I have some from my photo extravaganza walk:

Still snow on the ground at 11am. How handy!


Zulu wonders if the camera is edible:


How can Dorothy follow the yellow brick road in this weather?


The cowardly lion attacks:


Cry havoc! Let slip the dogs of war!


Zulu strikes a noble pose:


Zulu is following the scent... of Ben's arse: