Bumbling round the ‘bungles

It all started on a dark and stormy night. The rain was closer to horizontal than vertical when Bekket and I locked the front door of our sharehouse behind us. We exchanged cheeky grins and  a quick thumbs up, then sprinted down the street to the spot where Bekket’s car was parked. The back of the car was…

Climbing with girls

Last weekend, I went climbing in the Watagans National Park.  There were six of us there that day.  Three guys, three girls.  At some stage during the morning we split off into two groups to climb at two different ends of the crag. Girls at one end. Guys at the other. I started up a…