A new exercise aimed at slowing down the mortality rate of the local worm population.

...you put your right foot in, your right foot out...what a mover!

Stuart just doesn't know when to stop! Nice hat.

This could blossom into a beautiful relationship

'Iv'e had enough of this dancing lark. I want a fight! Who's up?!'

'I'm sorry, but I'm old enough to be your mother'.

Er, you've forgotten to move your other foot.

Ahem! Not in public dear.

See Rambo tooling up at the rear.

'Oh! You point the open end away from yourself!'

'Good lad. Now you see that big fella in the red shirt, ...'

'Can you get this target thing unstuck from my arrow please?'

'Hey! Stop your snoring will ya?!'

#8 - 'Get off! I can do it on my own!'

'Oooooooo...I'm not doin' this again...ooooo....'

Girl power!

Down to business.

The Family.

'Must bring my own string next time I have to do this'

'Er, you're going the wrong way sweetheart'

Best not land on one of those cones!

Blue gets unlucky, striking one of the cones and puncturing his bouncy transport.

Wow! This girl strikes lucky choosing the only space-hoverer, stolen from the set of Star Wars.

Charlotte rests, demonstrating her lightness; not even denting the hopper.

Fella on the right fears the log might come crashing down on his head.

Barbara wonders why the boy on the left prefers to go into breakdancing mode

This is what you call competitive!!

Hanging on by the skin of, er...the apple.

'Der, I'm sure it's in 'ere somewhere', his voice echoes.

The bucket bites back!

'So, what do ya think of my new hairdo?'

'I'm sorry. I'M SO SORRY!...but I was soooo thirsty, I couldn't stop, and then I thought I saw an apple, and....'

'Well, I had my head in this bucket, see, and was told I had to pull out an apple with my teeth, and

then I, err, looked up, and everyone had gone'.

This is what happened to the scout from the neighbouring field, when he strayed into the camp'

'Well, it might rain! You just never know these days'

Everyone tries their hardest, not daring to look into the angry and determined eyes of Fiona.

Just a little bit of fun?!!! You must be kidding!

Now the heavy mob.

Stuart (right) keeps his heads cool as he looks onwards.

THAT'S IT FOLKS, until next year, that is....