Manfest: the pratting around

The humour was rich and infectious after the first night when my bold companeros both fell asleep in front of the rugby after a bracing session in The Coastguard in the Bay. 

Here M1 overcomes his squeamishness of the whelk egg case to create a moving piece of art. How we laughed. How we roared.

It was all too soon over but a great and exceptionally well lubricated  celebration of enduring and deep friendship.