I must admit I didn't miss waving my hands around for hours in the freezing drizzle and arctic wind 'Les Droles' experienced on Saturday, (my old group).
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.