I now beleive it's true: Life starts at 30

Our last camp of the season, my is it that time already, well a nice gentle finisher with the ladies who share a common age characteristic. They are over 30, just some nice cruzing around in the sunshine and enjoy the spring.

wow, hold it we wanna go jumping, grabbing, spinnng, sliding and then drinking, please.

But can we start with some snowMAN abuse, please.

Which ended in a decapitation and the foundation of the NSPS.

Can we butter our muffins, please. no pun intended.

This carried on all week, but as I (being the bloke I am) massively underestimated the vavaciousness of our older ladies, you'll have to take my word for it they fought on through black eyes, broken wrists and more than a few hangovers.

I on the other hand succumbed and was at one point even found asleep on the hill, hence the lack of pictoral documentation from the park sessions and final day powder treat.

Big up the ladies.