Winter Camp 2013
Life could not better be, better be, better be. It could not possibly, no sirrah, sirrah, sirree. Songs could not gayer be. sound your do-ray-o-me, ray-me-fa-so-la-see, fa la la la follow me. Why be so gloomy, cut thy nose off to spite thy face? Listen to me: a nose is hard to replace. skies could not bluer be: hearts in love truer be. I say for you or me: life couldn’t possibly, not even probably , life couldn’t possibly better be! Life could not better be on a medieval spree!
… Forsooth, young maiden fair, the dawn over thine hills doth break and we be on the road already we be. Travelling hardily to yonder place for ropes and gayetty abounden. Upon thine return arrows and maps we caress for points abounden, but alas, none could outfox that dastardly fox.
…A medieval banquet served heartily on crusty bread is followed a plenty with the classic: Court Jester on thy remarkable big screen.
Botany Bay, February, two thousand and thirteen .
Get it? Got it? Good.
|Llangorse Climbing Centre|