A view of part of the campsite from half way up...
Mark smacks my front panel; I then smack it even harder, Aidan managed it clean, Russel did too the first time, but not the second
Repaired Sunday night, sortof... thanks Russel, for the indicator and the encouragement (took me a little longer than you, but hey

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CJ takes picture of Pete getting a bit near to a Dokas critical angle and
the craggy edge... a beautiful spot where we played under dappled shade. Shouts of 'lunch is ready' were studiously ignored for half an hour or more
Julia takes a welcome paddle...
Lewis laughing at the ease the RRS drops over the craggy edge (or posing for the camera?)
Russel astutely takes a lot more care of his
red'un, but climbs down safely and exits stage left (after an unscheduled 3-point turn)
Doug - proud owner of both T3 and T4 syncros, drove his T4 Syncro effortlessly up the easier route, and down the difficult one Saturday evening..
We find another interesting road over to the West on Sunday night, Sam finds his rear slipping off the dry, dusty track and stops to take stock of where he might end up - then drove it out safely (with slightly raised adrenalin I should think)
Jenny doesn't look at all convinced about
that route - does she?
Or was that a crunched mint giving her bad toothache..
A fine salad day picnic is provided by Aidan on our loadbed... and a better spot on a scorching July Monday doesn't exist !
Tell me this isn't an ancient trackway - yet another idyllic route we drove on Monday. The valley to the right looked like a lambs' paradise
