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October 2009

Postcard from Ben to Brian from Fuerteventura

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Pool jump, originally uploaded by benaston.

Dear Brian,

It is hot. When we arrived, we laughed at the tour operator woman when she told us the heat would be mid to high 30’s, thinking she actually meant mid to high 20’s. It turns out she was right. Would you believe it – even though it’s cold in the UK, it’s hot here and 36 degrees. Madness.

So, to celebrate this new found heat, we thought it would probably be a good idea if we went for a bike ride in the heat, across a martian volcanic desert, to the other side of the island, 20k’s away, to see if there was any nice beaches over there. It took us 3hrs to get there, mainly because cycling on sand and rutted tracks requires lots of breaks.

Thankfully, there was a nice beach, and there were a few waves too. But, by the time we got there, it was time to turn around and turn back, so we didn’t really get to enjoy the beach at all. To commiserate we had some calamari and ice cold coca colas. Oh yes, we’re living it up.

Finally, you’ll notice that I jumped in the pool. That was fun too actually.

Love Ben.

Beginners guide to riding a Shetland pony

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Riding a Shetland pony, originally uploaded by benaston.

When you spot a Shetland pony ambling about in a field, you’d be forgiven for mishearing them gently neigh; ‘Would you mind hopping on? I’d like to take you for a ride.’

It’s certainly happened to me a few times, and so I thought it was only fair that I shared my knowledge with you all so that you too can enjoy these diminuitive beasts to the full.

Obviously Shetlands are small, which makes them ideal for a quick ride on those rare occasions when you’re not equipped with your saddle.

Note how in the picture above I approach the pony – with care and considersation, you can tell that just by the look on my face. Rather than vaulting onto the pony from behind as you may be tempted, It’s important to approach from the side and casually lift your leg over, whilst continually doing that pat thing to keep the pony calm.

If you actually manage to get on the pony, you’re doing better than me. They just keep running away.

Maybe next time.

He was my brother

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He was my brother, originally uploaded by benaston.

He eloped and was wed to Claire Penelop-pop. It was a Friday. 09.10.09.

He was my brother, called Steepfun John. He was one of my favourite brothers actually. Then, one day he put his childish ways behind him and became a man.

Before he did all that, we managed one last swim together in the wilds of the Sea-Swans. On the stoke of midnight we donned our trunks, headed to the beach and cast ourselves into the frozen wastes of the Gower.

Surprisingly for someone of my skill and ability, I wasn’t chosen to be part of the elopment and be one of those who’d wear a fancy suit and be given responsibility. I regarded this more as an oversight rather than a deliberate mistake as I was commissioned instead to take pictures of the boys preening themselves in preparation for the service. Those pictures will appear soon.

RIP Steepfun.