John very pleased with himself
Daria, Theresa and Izzy
Harvey always smiling
A band of intrepid explorers from All Hallows Holiday Camp set off this
Sunday to conquer local mountain Cley Hill, known by sherpas as ‘Hallus
Bovus Feces’, or, familiarly, the Hill That Always Smiles (believed to be a
corruption from the word ‘smells’). We reached base camp without incident
and a vote was taken to ascend via the more difficult north face, without
oxygen, and without full climbing gear. We knew we always had our All
Hallows packed lunches to sustain us if times became hard. Not long later
the entire group reached the summit successfully – some 750’ above the
surrounding clayland - and a runner was sent to The Times and Her
Majesty Queen Elizabeth to announce the good news. Wild mountain
wildebeest looking strangely like cows were given a wide berth and, although we
were tempted to eat them, as the clouds thickened and the wind sprang up, we
resisted the urge and let them graze contentedly, taking care to pick our way
delicately over the widespread cowpats.. We were in good spirits.
Ball games followed. And after a lengthy time taking geological samples of the
chalk downlands, viewing the Bronze Age round barrows, the medieval fields, and
imagining what life was like for people at the time of the Iron Age hill forts,
we descended safely to rejoin those who continue to live on Flatland.
our Russian friends enjoying the English countryside
time for a game or two?
Harry and Fernando
Mr Bird scaling new heights
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