I was out in Honiton today and raced the girls to find the BM on St Peter's church (there just had to be one). And there was! Bagged by my daughter who was very proud of herself. Perhaps her maternal madness is rubbing off.
Even greater excitement when I spotted a flush bracket near by. Roll of eyes by girls and they walk off disowning me as I take a photo of it.
Anyway, I wasn't finished with them yet - which they knew as they'd spotted tell tale signs in the boot of the car.
Off to find a friendly trig pillar. One of the girls joined me initially but got wet feet and retreated to the car where the other one lounged in the warmth. It was an easy find, once I entered the right field (!).
Rog announced this evening, just as I was downloading phots, that he'd bagged a trig the previous week. He and some colleagues were in Snowdonia on a Mountain Leadership training weekend. This is Claire bagging Moel Siabod in style. That's PE teachers for you.