On the 11th day of Christmas there was no breakfast...

On the 11th day of Christmas there was no breakfast for O&G. And there had been no supper either. It was the end of the road; a short but hopefully relatively comfortable road (a road with French aires, not British smelly laybys; that kind of thing).

Do not read / look on if well you know...

So, armed with our chopped down cone, the bible (Seymour's Self-Sufficiency for Dreamers and Realists) and a big stick, we cried havoc, and let slip the dogs of war...

For more pics and a sideways video see http://jamesellson.blogspot.com/