Friday, May 8, 2009

Thomas, surprisingly good on his feet made it the whole way down standing up. Nick was less successful.  

Perhaps the single greatest day of my life. And I fully understand that a 30m piece of tarp, covered in liquid soap and pointing down a hill may not be everyones cup of tea but I cannot even begin to explain what this means to me.

In a whirl of woolen skirts and tailored slacks, the year 12 Valet throw themselves, together, at the big wide world and hope for the best.

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