I must admit I didn't miss waving my hands around for hours in the freezing drizzle and arctic wind they had on Saturday.
This was their morning 'sortie' with the theme of 'la Boiteuse' the quaint tale of an old woman with a limp who travels along the river bank between various towns of this region showing her nether regions to hapless onlookers . . . actually I'm sure I've blogged about this before? Anyway excuse me if I did.