The HN51 blues...

We were a little bored towards the end of the final day of the conference, so Mister Tosh and myself took our little rubber duckies, and gave some training on our improvised assualt course.

















Just check out their visionary stance, looking skywards for a better future (not that they can fly though).
















The power slide was the most gruelling pasrt of the course.
















As with any such course, not all were able to make the grade, and indeed one of them became a fallen hero, buried with plum sauce and a pancake in my belly.




















But sometimes you just feel like you're part of a giant assembly line..




















Up and down, round and round, just longing to be squeezed to squeak.