Nipple Gripple

I am in cornwall
I have internet access.
I have a camera cable.

I have no image editing software... Jim insisted we did, but he was wrong. Not even GIMP on this doorstop laptop

Since Fernly Whittlingstick was so late at bestival I though it was only fair that I release the Nut onto his cafe to reak his destructive little path. Here he is demonstrating his attitude to all nipples. He also had a nice conversation with a chef guy sometimes seen on the River cottage to congratulate him on lunch (mostly gherkins and chocolate. Nearly famous chef guy thought that was a combination worthy of Heston)

Journey down wasn't too terrible, thanks to the trusty magna doodle (that has been hidden all week)