The walk took us through the fields and forests of the sun-baked Tamar Valley, with its mining remains and country pubs. The weather was ludicrous for an October day, and many a droplet of perspiration was shed, but it was a nicely relaxing day in otherwise hectic times. And soon Roland will be back; parental leave in the UK isn’t of Norwegian length, but soon we’ll lose Jon for months to the Heimat. And in spite of his admirable efforts to paint a maximally negative picture of himself with a hideous do-rag and questionable fart-apps on his iPhone he’ll be missed!
This is what happens if four blokes spot a beautiful car
Jon having a Michael Tooley moment
The Calstock Bridge in action; this bridge has been seen before on this blog!