AW Photo Competition Safari Winner Trip

[Flutterby]

10 minutes is up!!

[Bushcraft]

[Sprocky]

Ok, so I received one and no objections!

On arrival back at camp, the Master was sitting quietly next to the pool gazing at the water hole and a myriad of Golden Orb Spiders just above his head. The iBoss made a turn at his tent as did RP, aka Butler Cadbury, aka....sorry the new ones still have to be announced. I took a few moments to confirm that all was well with the Master and listened intently to how his peaceful morning unfolded in our absence.

T'was not much longer till the iBoss made an appearance and joined us in conversation. All was going well, no thought given to aka. Mary, the cleaning lady, and a star I might add was continuing with her daily morning chores of applying order and cleanliness to the camp site. It was a totally relaxed and reflecting moment, the only sounds emitting from a tiring fire crackling to it's untimely death WHEN...suddenly....Mary let out a screech for help!

The three of us were at nerves end, not knowing the seriousness of the situation. Armed with my now, semi-automatic camera, I tracked in the direction of the noise. What I discovered was, well, shocking to say the least!

This intruder had invaded the privacy of our kitchen. It smelt good as breakfast was in preparation, but the individual responsible for the commotion was a ghastly sight!!!



The iBoss then tried in vain to persuade the intruder to depart our domain, but to no avail, the aroma of breakfast ccoking was over whelming!

[Toko]

How lovely is this Enchanting

[Amoli]

hmmm.... -O -O

I like the way she cools her toast...

[Richprins]

Mary helped me with my "Amarok"...I don't see what the problem is...butler to maid is natural for the morning session?

[Sprocky]

Mary helped me with my "Amarok"...I don't see what the problem is...butler to maid is natural for the morning session?

Is that what took so long?

[Richprins]

The second pic is actually me asking the Boss to come and help, as I had for some reason dragged my knuckles through the boiling bacon oil!

Still don't know how that happened...entirely sober!

[Sprocky]

I apologise for the lack of images at this stage of the event, but the Master and I were crippled with laughter at the idea of this cloth clad clown cooking his boon knuckles in our bacon.

It was the first mortal injury of the weekend, we never heard the end of it, at one stage we were close to calling the trip off in order to save the fried digit.

[Lisbeth]

No socks