Windgames

Seven of us went for a walk up British Camp this morning; three walked back while we went back to join the others for more game-playing.

The wind at the ridge was spectacular.

Most set off home after lunch leaving us with M so we played Tzolkin, one of the games work had given me (indeed, the one that M had suggested to the boss).  Lots of difficult decisions - one to play again soon.

Setting off to take M to the station with not really enough time, we found the wind had forced one of the large wooden gates past its stop and was now blocking the exit. I knew karate kicks would come in useful one day.

I did fiddle a bit with the photo, then concluded the unfiddled one was better, so this is exactly as the camera saw it.