Country pusuits

Ah ..my dear old things...A little note to record a rather top hole and spiffing afternoon in the Oxford countryside, slaughtering inanimate birds.

Instead of the Magnificent Seven it was more like the rather Splendid Four as the Fun Bus possee rode into town at high noon, a whoopin and a hollerin - well politely requesting directions to the clay Pigeon shooting range.

Any excuse to reconvene with the venerable A jefford esq. and his nobleness three fleeces Ralfy, is always an opportunity not to be missed and O what fun did we enjoy.

Hats off to Three Fleeces and his Venerableness - all those years not playing computer games has undoubtably paid dividends. Dead eyed dicks the both of them.
Suffice to say Bish and yours truly were not quite as ruthless and felt obliged to let some of them pesky varmits live to see another sunrise.

Here are Pics.