Gran and Dan....

......a somewhat reluctant Dan joined us for shared chow in celebration of his forthcoming 18th birthday. I still remember very clearly the day his dad phoned me to say his birth arrival was expected 8 months hence. Where have the years gone and aren't Policemen looking younger these days?

Earlier, the Sinclairs arrived at the campsite just as we were stirring from our nighttime slumbers. Eventually, we all gathered at Peel Cafe for breakfast before Owen and I set off up the hill on our mountain bikes and Mum sat in Kasper with her Uni studying books and some chicken soup. A really good day on the hill with our first trip out to the Betty Blue run and the fascinating Meteorite Stone.

Splendid fun, but I'm pooped now. Oh, and I bought a bike today, proving that the optimum number of bikes is current number (n) +1.