Of Course

A cultural weekend to boot. At a place called Thrumpton yesterday (Not Trumpton of Cuthbert. Dibble, Grub fame) and such delights as Clay Pigeon shooting. Dog and Falcon displays. You could also pay to take your dog over the assault course. Only it isn't my dog but I got volunteered to run him over the fences and through the tunnels etc. Heard the dulcet tones of a Brass Band playing in the distance. Turns out I know the Bass bone player and text him whilst he is playing. His mobile is obviously buzzing in his pocket so when he got the chance he scanned the crowd to find me. They sounded like a second section Band but were only a 4th, which was surprising. Back to Dead world today and I am still trying to shake the tail end of this cold away. I want to start training again before I reach 30 stone. Managed a little practice and I hope my lip is as good as last week.