A few more pictures of today's Old Devils trip

(That's a Kingsley Amis reference, by the way - a step up from Last of the Summer Wine).

Bits out for the lads

Neal, Gerry, Mark and I went to sunny Herefordshire today to see the Sheela-na-gig at Kilpeck, a 12th-century church with a bit of castle left. The carvings were stunning the scenery was beautiful, lambs were gambolling and trees were blossoming. We arsed around a bit, then went on to Hereford, Ludlow and Bridgnorth via all the back roads through Richard's Castle and the Clees, taking in fine beer and food in the 14th-century wattle-and-daub Black Swan in at Much Dewchurch. Lots of photos here.

Ode to the Vole

Comrade Gerry has written a poem in honour of The Plashing Vole. A rhyming dictionary may have been consulted…

The plashing vole

has its eye on the goal

it scoffs at those

that would console

and from its knoll

it exerts control

with a hard blank eye

upon your soul

 - oh no, sorry, that's the plashing pit viper I had in mind...