Saturday was Slab Fest at the hide-out. It dawned clear and windless (and frosty crisp) – the perfeck scenario for a pour-a-thon…

T’was a happy day all round – topped off with those two other indispensable slab-o-rama staples; the slab(or two) of beer and the slab of meat (as in a whole eye fillet, naturally.) Wish you woz here.

Bloody marvellous.

Progress snaps here.