Arrrr!

'tis not been a good week for t' trainin'.  Mostly the Melodeon Master (or Cap'n Guy as he now be named) an' I have been cookin', icin' paintin', mowin' an' puttin' up tents.

We been havin' a PIRATE party.  Cap'n Guy be celebratin' the findin' of him some 60 years ago in a rum barrel an' we been havin' a shindig to celebrate.

We had fine feathered parrots...

Scurvy rats...

Grog - (an excellent specially made brew called 'Guy's Gold' from our brilliant friends and micro-brewers Sarah and Vincent, aka The Hen House Brewery)

Cap'n Guy an' I dressed in our finest pirate outfits... (or whatever we could find on Ebay)

An' we partied into the wee small hours.  

An' then, when the sun be splittin' the yard arm (whatever), we be takin' down the tents, the lights, the games (actually we've kept them for Fit Mark, Lovely Lou and Speedy Bike Charlie who are currently following the Tour de France), clearin' the rubbish an' countin' the remainin' grog (lots, thank you).

We be hot an' sweaty an' knackered.

There be no trainin'.