"There was an old man…

…with a beard
who said - 'Tis just as I feared,
two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren
have all built their nests in my beard."
On today's Trek we stopped at a Memorial to the Commandos. This "Old man was probably quite a "youngster" by wrinkly standards, but he said he's had his vehicle specially built by a friend and had already traveled, I think he said 2,900+ miles so far on it. He tries to avoid using the electric power, but needed it to push it up the Track behind him. NO surprise when you consider it weighs 60kg=132.28lb=9.45 St.
Jerra managed a grade A shot of it while I managed to decapitate them due to having only the wee camera, devoid of "eyepiece"/view-finder and relying on the LCD screen.
Extra 1. - The wrinkly landscape I keep referring to.

Extra 2. - Grumble alert!

I have NO doubt I'm preaching to the converted - BUT - how does it come that the folk with sufficient strength to carry their food/drink to point A, suddenly lack the strength to pick it up and carry it home?
Apparently the theory is that with bins, if they're full "we" think 
"Oh somebody'll be round to empty them, I'll just leave mine beside the full Bin."
Whereas if there's NO Bin, the theory is "OH, no bin, we'd better take it home."
Here was a Bin, it was far from full, so we can only suppose they lacked the strength to lift the damn Lid?
"No Bin? Who gives a damn we'll not be here again, we'll just leave it."
Jerra and I must have left 2-3 locations a touch less untidy than they were on our arrival. He quoth, polishing his halo.
And - apparently - whilst Red bull gives you wings, it, simultaneously, saps your strength/intelligence.