Hula Angel

There were a few people we met this weekend that became Legends of the Stag.

This is Justine (i think), a hula hooper at the top of Meadows Walk. We thought she was an angel. Unfortunately none of us could hula to match her agility, despite our attempts to use our beer bellies to keep it up (the hula hoop).

Spent the afternoon at the Pear Tree and then a mini pub crawl taking in the Halfway House, and Bannermans where we met Susie, the second angel.

Late night pizza at Darios completed our tour of old haunts.