The best of times

We did an awful lot of this during our week in Fontainebleau - laughing till our sides hurt! It's incredible how daft eight grown men can be when they get together and climb rocks in the fresh air (no innuendo intended...) but it's the best of times and something I look forward to every year.

There's more or less an unwritten rule between us and our respective other halves that October week is reserved for climbing and inane banter. As we all get older jobs seem to be getting more intense and people are having babies and getting married but the mood on our annual Font trip is always the same - long may it last!