It started out as a simple garden party, on a parched August day, with a few friends and lovely surroundings…
There was a whisper of mischief in the air and the ladies anticipated it with all their feathery delight. Slowly they turn, ever alert to what’s lurking in the background…
Let the games begin…
Ye Olde Chicken Chaser…Bad to the bone – just see that it’s not chicken bone!
