tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2900597830717067656.post-32404476208057446652007-10-27T09:18:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:13:44.767-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NpkDwPmIAms/R0Rsnoi5ZPI/AAAAAAAAACo/GZUG2IvEcMw/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135348903263692018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NpkDwPmIAms/R0Rsnoi5ZPI/AAAAAAAAACo/GZUG2IvEcMw/s400/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /></a>Martin gazes longingly towards The Red Lion<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpkDwPmIAms/R0RrwYi5ZNI/AAAAAAAAACY/sFcktsdLOG0/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135347954075919570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpkDwPmIAms/R0RrwYi5ZNI/AAAAAAAAACY/sFcktsdLOG0/s400/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /></a> Keith is blissfully unaware that someone has stolen the sausauge roll that was in his left hand.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpkDwPmIAms/R0RrTYi5ZLI/AAAAAAAAACM/T0HlI4eMRho/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135347455859713202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpkDwPmIAms/R0RrTYi5ZLI/AAAAAAAAACM/T0HlI4eMRho/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /></a> A queue forms patiently behind Jim after he is first up for elevenses.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NpkDwPmIAms/R0Rqfoi5ZJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-9aacQ3TdwU/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135346566801482898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NpkDwPmIAms/R0Rqfoi5ZJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-9aacQ3TdwU/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /></a> George with his dog at heel.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135348598321013986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpkDwPmIAms/R0RsV4i5ZOI/AAAAAAAAACg/r3k_TvYBGgA/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /> Tony mops up<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2900597830717067656-3240447620805744665?l=www.navenbyshoot.co.uk'/></div>David Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12337378386501838796noreply@blogger.com