On our Friday morning walk last week, Mel and I encountered a couple of friendly young chaps hanging out on the trees by the reservoir. There was however an older monkey around, I think he was keeping a close eye on the young ones. He looked real wise as he walked around slowly, warming himself up in the rays of the rising sun. Well, we thought he looked wise until he wee’d off a handrail, climbed down and placed his paw in it, then licked it. That marked the end of our morning adventure, and we (well, I did) proceeded to have a shitty coffee made by a miserable lady and a machine at the reservoir cafe.