
Jill - majority of the bear pics are with the 300 fixed lens. The others with the mic en druk.
Bushcraft - I feel a song coming on. Hold that thought.....
Flutts - They did look cuddly, but think that would have overstepped our welcome. -O
Lis - I offered him a piece of my halibut sandwich, but he preferred to go off and catch his own fish. -O
OK, singalong time - everyone join in now.
Here is the tune.....
♫♫♫
Our heads are bald
With nary a winding hair
That leads us to who stole our hair
Who stole our hair
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't RP, he's my brother
So on we go
His dress sense is of some concern
No ice-bucket is he to bear
We'll get hair
For I know
He likes not cucumber, see
He ain't RP, he's my brother
If we are laden at all
Then we are laden with hairloss
That each one of our head's
Isn't filled with the madness
Of a search for the cure to baldness
It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
With no hair
And the bald
Doesn't weigh us down at all
He ain't RP, he's my brother
He's my brother
He ain't RP, he's my brother ♫♫♫