The boy stood on the deck

Arriving at my brother's to find him in the middle of installing thirty square metres of decking in the garden, the new ninja bomber and I abandoned the idea of an Afan Argoed dry run for August's off road triathlon yesterday, putting our shoulders to the wheel instead, rather than our wheels to the track.

Upper left, my Padawan begins his drilling apprenticeship under the eyes of his Uncle John.

Middle left, attention wandering he recreates an escape from Stalag Luft III.

Bottom left, he finds his true role at last, testing the structural integrity of the nearly completed construction by running around on it playing football.