Poor Pete

I remember well - god, names from the past; how come I know these but can't remember what I did last week? anyway to continue.. when someone called Stan (nickname I think) got his front teeth knocked out by a lifter.. blood everywhere glass and glasses frames mangled, it was like ER.. Stan was best mates with Scottie who I bowled for a golden duck... not a good idea, I was probably 13-14 and he was 15 and the school bully!

Put a link up to your photos.. very lovely.. get well soon you monster.

Pictures from our epic climb (Kipper, Jonathan and me, to the summit of the Ventoux from camp one at 1400 metres (Chalet Renard) we started off by going down and then traversed across the back of the mountain and up the north face started off in shorts and sunshine and ended up in goose pimples and tempest.. always best to be prepared and I wasn't. Seven hour round circuit and that was starting near the top!

lots of love all, J

Ps. we have broadband!!!!! Will be up and running in 10 days or so