Excellent Indian meal was enjoyed by Lions and their ladies at the Moghul restaurant in Southwell on Wednesday 10th Nov. Great selection of food, very tasty and only £15, including the tip and complimentary sambuka (not sure of the spelling) - very impressed. Nick's doing his impression of the French bartender Rene Artois in the Indian version called Aloo Aloo.
The annual pumpkin carving in readiness for Firework Night. Operating with the precision of surgeons, Malcolm and David plunge their instruments into the outer shell whilst Graham digs out the innards.
David has designs to be a plastic surgeon. 
Group photo of some our little carvers. Paul is displaying his completed creative head whilst Ian looks bemused, 'where am I'? 
A fantastic project begun this year. A sensory garden being built for an 8 year old tetraplegic boy living in Bingham. Funding for the materials has been enhanced by donations from other Lions clubs but the work is being done by our our own 'green fingered' members
First of all sheds had to be moved but Brian and John have quickly grasped the idea of leaning on shovels in typical workmen style.
Always quick to be in tune with nature, a spider is rescued and moved to a safer environment.
Vernon's breakfast - part of his calorie controlled diet, some of which he's spilt down his vest.
A project requiring organisation, timing and teamwork. Who chose these 3? Not a good idea to hold nails or screws in your mouth Tony!
Nick and Vernon with their version of 'Pick and Mix'
Paul pretending to be busy but more interested in the lady sunbathing on the other side of the hedge.
Michelle was our grand prize winner of this year's Duck Race. I believe she works with Ian and therefore probably deserves double the amount on the cheque. Well done Michelle, but could we have our duck back?
Our first Golf Charity Day - not many entrants, judging by these pictures only Vernon played, but we still raised over £300. Worth doing again next year.
This is just to prove that the Lions did watch a theatre production - the rest of the pictures just seem to show the 'Lions feeding'. Gill has just turned to Tony asking, ' And what did you do in the war.' There is clearly a massive age gap.
Tony J has just finished his talk about how he drove lorries in the war supplying troops on the front line and how the metal in his knee is actually shrapnel. Nick is using sign language (hand in pocket) to indicate that it's a load of old b.........ks.
Brian's showing how he used to survive on war-time rations. 'This is how much butter we had for the whole week'.Unfortunately he has clearly made up for it since. Nott'm Forest even had a football team then.
Captain Mainwaring and Sargeant Wilson tucking into the buffet - nice to see the cast joining in with the plebs.
A great evening was had by all - picnic, wine and an outdoor production of Dad's Army in the grounds of Stamford Hall ( Ithink, corrections are always welcome).
On the 6th July 2010 John Horsfall 'organised' a visit to Laxton, a village which still operates the Medieval 3 field system, in fact most of the Lions on the trailer looked like peasants or villeins. It certainly took all of the tractors power to tow us along.
Are we sitting comfortably? Who checked the health and safety? No seat belts, side rails or sick bags.
Caught in the act! Never missing a chance for a free meal although Mike needed ladders to reach the tasty cherries.
It was interesting - honest! We visited the classic motte and bailey castle, saw rare orchids in the protected meadow and had the whole concept of 3 field system explained to us. All described by the local farmer whose name I've forgotten ( could J.H. let me know). Tony Key looks very dubious though.
It couldn't have been a better evening to wander through the fields, trying to spot rare flowers and ancient relics (it's too easy to make a comment at this point)
And off we go, Sheila and Paul want to sit at the back of the bus, Mike thinks he's the conductor and Tony's just picking his nose. 
The end of a great evening finished off with a compulsory pint in the local 'Dovecote' pub. We might even let John organise something else.
