Poorly boys, perked up by marshmallows

Today’s plans took a turn as the boys had been up in the night not feeling well. A sedate day for them, napping for most of it.

Dad and I took on our most local Wainwright, which looked reasonably tame. We took it from the wrong side though and ended up on a steeper incline than we’d imagined, on our hands and feet for some of it. Still, another one bagged.

Much book progress in the afternoon followed by a pint at our (almost) local and some marshmallows by the fire.