Acroyoga. It’s flippin brill.

Stood there in my huge flappy shoes, curly orange wig and big red nose. I looked like a right old clown. And as the 23rd elephant stepped out my car, I reminisced on simpler times. Times where we just did one thing at a time. We did acrobatics. We did yoga. But never the twain … Continue reading Acroyoga. It’s flippin brill.