Banjo Bob

Uncle N is coming home from Taiwan for a few days next week and Uncle R is off at the weekend to do a long walk. Both of them need a tent and thought that they had left theirs at Gran’s. Gran and I had a good search today and all we could find were 5 sleeping bags (!!) a bag of tent pegs, several mouldy flip-flops and an empty stuff sack for a tent. Where any of the actual tents are is a mystery. I did however find some other stuff that took my fancy and had good fun playing some tunes on Uncle R’s old banjo.