Wet bum

So not what you think….


It was a damp kind of morning for hands, backs and yes, bums.

I don’t think a single one of us cared though. It was a bit warmer and a bit lighter.

Smiles were flowing freely, by my count.

That big hill I remembered, towards the dove, was a lot bigger a few years ago. It definitely looks like some work happened there over the past few years. I’m glad one of you decided to push past the dove to the actual hill behind it. Haha. read more