|Choppers and Aces and Scoots, oh my. And a thumb.|
|Tron-madeus and Extreeeemthan steel themselves|
|A coast poorly captured|
|Glowstick legs poorly captured|
|Glowstick mayhem poorly captured|
|As always, our muse|
To be honest, I was absolutely shattered within 10 minutes, panting and sweating my carcass up eventually. At the top of yon hill the beer, glowstick juice, and lurid stories started to flow. I gave one of my rare accounts of the 'Udo Incident of November 2010', in spite of the 'What happens on Udo stays on Udo' pact. It was well-received. It's all about the chilli, apparently. There was also talk of river dophin sex. By the end of it, Amadeus had so much glowstick jizz on him he was a one-man late-80's Chilli Peppers video.
I used my wondrous bird app to call some Little Cuckoos, Pale Thrush, and a possible Jungle Nightjar, but yeah, slow year for birding otherwise.