Dirtiest boy in Bexhill

After a lazy morning at home, Noo and I popped down to Bexhill to pick up GravyC. Having refused a ‘proper wash’ his face still wore traces of his camouflage paint, and he managed to drop toothpaste on his trousers before we left. To add to the general disgrace, he clambered all over these ropes with muddy Crocs to ensure that he had dirt all over the seat of his trews. Extras provide proof of the deep clean that followed.

ZQ, after a morning playing rugby, was nowhere near as filthy!