Waiting for Plonk and Scoob to pick me up. Hope I've not forgotten anything.
No trip to the Fort would be complete without a trip to Mhor Bread in Callander for a pie or three. Officialy the best pie in the whole wide world. Ever. FACT.
Scoob dispatches another pie with cold and remorseless precision.
Do not approach Neil whilst he's with pie. He will attack like a vicious wild bastard.
Team Sex.
Warm in Scotland shocker!!!
Proper Scotland.
Home for the weekend. Little did the neighbors know that sleep would be impossible due to Scooby's snoring that would soon be reverberating around the valley.
After putting the tents up and chillaxing for a bit we were off up the hill to watch practice. I took NO photos. Brilliant. Got this though.
The new road gap at the start of the wood section. It had a terrible run in, mud, roots and holes all the way in.
After walking up the bottom half of the track it was beer o'clock. "Let the carnage begin" was the cry.
Then the walk/stagger to the car park.
followed by...
Day 02
After a big aternoon and night on the booze followed by trying to sleep through Scoob's snoring, fet wasn't great. Fear not though, Neil and I got back on it and were soon in fine form. Scoob spent his day looking for stones to sit on.
Looked at...
Beer tent...
Turned up...
Sideshed?
Late night opening in the dodgy bar
Day 03 - Race Day
And the winner, Greg Minnaar
But the man of the day was Danny Hart with the loosest, wildest run imaginable and it got him a second.
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