Left: Me, a long pointy ledge, bluntslide. Photo by Lee with a Hassleblad death lens (ultra fish-eye) the Rolls Royce of camera setups. Cheers Lee, summat to show the kids when im old, can't walk, and can bluntslide no more... my feet can fail me now.!..I also spent some time in Cambridge. Barrington and Shepreth to be specific, the type of place where it feels like the "Wind in the Willows" as if transported back to a time surrounded by thatched roofs, odd shaped ornately decorated houses and shops, winding roads and... well... rich people. Perhaps the type that truly are rich. Not, "Im rich mate!" bought a small sports car, a boob job for the Mrs, got "loud and in peoples face rich." Rich like a country cottage, spandex cycling on a sunday, kids in the private school, two cars in the pebbled lane, fresh skate on the barby, out in San Morino on a roulette binge, trying not to cringe as they tow the Bentley away at 6am.
