26 January 2010

Slave in a cave

I was half the country away. The roads were icy! Richard had not gotten my text message. Everything worked together to keep me above ground for weeks and weeks on end. But not anymore! This time Richard got my message that I wanted to come caving, and unhesitantly hastened to Buckfast to rescue me from nonsubterraneousness. It was just us! But that is enough for some testing of my hardly tried new slave flash. We tried Dog Hole first, but we turned out not to have the key with us to the part where we intended to go. So after some flashed pictures we went to Prid instead, and flashed away there too. I need more practice! But some pics were not bad at all.










5 comments:

De TV-psycholoog said...

Ik wil ook in de derrie baggeren!

Margot said...

Wat houdt u tegen? Bevroren derrie?

Maaike said...

Wat is die rare bol voor iets? Reuzespuugbeestje? Spinneneieren? Alien cave probe?

Margot said...

Spinne-eieren, schijnt! Dat zei Richard en die weet dat vast. Maar misschien zit hij in het complot en is het inderdaad een alien cave probe en is hij een geassimileerde spion.

marnix said...

Discobol he, is ook een jaren '70 grot, dat zie je zo...