I'm not long back from a two week jaunt on the (bonnie, bonnie) banks of Loch Lomond (sort of bushcrafty, like; we slept under bashas and built a coracle out of junk we found. It was kinda like what'd happen if the wombles overdosed on Ray Mears), only to find that while I was gone my Grandad had (uncharacteristically, I must add) sent me a lovely new Gransfors Bruks hunters axe, which I'll be sure to review here.... as soon as I sober up enough after the celebration of the decent A-level results I recieved today!
ARRRR! So all is good. I'm sure this thread had a purpose when I started writing it, but I'll be danged if I can remember it now so here's a stand in:
Who else is full of the joys of summer?
ARRRR! So all is good. I'm sure this thread had a purpose when I started writing it, but I'll be danged if I can remember it now so here's a stand in:
Who else is full of the joys of summer?