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Author Topic: Hamish Bullard  (Read 562 times)

Description: Warlord. Descent Yellow. Played by Nemaisare.

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Hamish Bullard
« on: Sep 18, 19, 12:42:55 AM »
The Basics
Character Name: Hamish Bullard
 Nicknames: n/a
 Age and Birth Year: 53 (b. 141)
 Race: Short-lived Dharoan/Scelt
 Caste: Warlord
 Birth Territory: Dharo, Kaeleer
 Home Territory: Dharo, Kaeleer
 
 Birthright Jewel: none
 Offering Jewel: cut Yellow
 
 Role: Butler
 Faction: Graywarren household
 
 
Appearance
Play By: Billy Boyd
Distinguishing Features: His stiff hip can put a hitch into his stride that becomes more pronounced when he’s tired or it’s acting up, though he usually tries to minimise any favouring he does. Hamish also has a large forehead from his prematurely receded hairline.
 
 
Personality

 
 Personality:
Hamish is a calm, steadfast, and highly pragmatic man. He is content to do what needs doing without fanfare or witness, although he does appreciate the occasional thank you. He is not afraid to get his hands dirty or admit he’s not the right person for the job. Delegating is an art form he’s well-practiced at. As is attention to detail. He’s made it his goal to know as much as he can about everything around him, even above and beyond the happenings of the manor: anything from horse breeds to gossip to international news. He likes to be well-informed and isn’t the least bit troubled to ask if he doesn’t know something, though he’s more circumspect about sharing his own knowledge, which may give the impression more of curiousity than learning. He is modest and mild-mannered, polite and deferential to those he serves and respectful of those in his charge. But while he is adept at fading into the background, he is not without the ability to subtly express his opinion, even if the opportunity to speak isn’t there.
 
He can be trusted to take charge in a pinch, and to keep his head under pressure, and isn’t easily flustered by anything the maids or footman might report to him about the children’s antics. His job is his life, and despite being a strong advocate of family, and loving all three of his sisters and his parents very much, Hamish lives a relatively secluded life. He’s never had the inclination to pursue any romantic interests, or even friendships without the other initiating, and prefers to spend his free time attending to the administration of staff or quietly on his own. His relatives live too far for quick visits and he didn’t like leaving the household with only a minor to see to the day to day details, no matter how well young Harrison took to administration. In truth, if he weren’t required to take days off, he probably wouldn’t have had anything close to a vacation for the last seven years. For all this, however, he is not lonely. Nor is he possessed of any desire to change his ways now Samson’s returned. He’s perfectly content with his current life, and would rather turn his attentions to bettering the relations of Graywarren father and children than his own.
 
While he is generally a quiet man, and very reliable, he’s not exceptionally stiff. His manner is often friendly and occasionally familiar, affable if you will. Provided rules and protocols are being followed and formalities are remembered when necessary, life is too short to forget how to laugh. He enjoys a good joke, and though it’s been a while, has played more than a few pranks in his time. So, he’s not without his own sense of amusement and even occasional pride when he sees the children getting up to mischief, he’s even given the younger few mild hints by way of encouragement, as he doesn’t see anything wrong with children being children, though he does draw a strict line between fun and potentially dangerous or irresponsible.
 
Despite his generally practical manner, Hamish does possess something of a superstitious nature that he inherited from his grandparents. He has small little rituals and traditions that he rarely even notices he does and has only been encouraged by some few of the staff knowing and following the same traditions. Few would ever interrupt the smooth running of the household, but while he firmly denies any belief in luck, as it’s for every man or woman to make their own, he’s got a plethora of small actions or minor inconsistencies that are meant to prevent bad luck sticking around. Little things, like thinking it ill-advised to turn away a stranger at mealtime. Or an ill omen if someone leaves by a different door than the one they came in. Or that bad things come in threes. Some are old traditions that several of the senior staff share with him, and some have been accumulated over the years of work and routine. He would be thoroughly embarrassed if anyone ever called him on any of it. But he still insists that any cleaning staff must work in pairs in a certain wing of the house…

 
 Likes:
 
  • His employers – He’s worked for the Graywarrens, and previously the mistress’s family, his whole life, he’s watched them grow up, and fall in love and deal with loss and grief and loneliness. He’s been there through everything and is certain it’s made a difference, and he wants to keep being there. It’s his life’s purpose to make life easier on the entire family, and, while observing from the sidelines sometimes galls, it’s mostly been a rewarding time, watching the children grow up.
     
  • A challenge – While he lives and breathes his work, and would never admit that sometimes too much of the same thing can numb the mind, it must be said that Hamish comes to life just that little bit more when something new or unexpected charges into his day to day routine. Having to solve a dilemma or fix a new problem or just finally dealing with that one obstacle/chore that’s been sitting around waiting for attention because no one had the time or an immediate answer reinvigorates him. It’s also nice that they’ll often require a lengthier conversation with his employers to solve or report about.
     
  • Quiet – With reasonably busy days and eight children running about underfoot with no parents to limit their shenanigans, there are times when Hamish is just about ready to collapse with relief during a calm moment and soak in the quiet. Late nights and early mornings are his favourite time to be awake.
     
     Dislikes:
     
  • Well-meaning idiots – They’re only trying to help, only want to do the right thing, check one thing off your to-do list, but suddenly there’s seven other problems, all worse than the last, and nobody to blame but your own self for thinking your plans were foolproof.
     
  • Rough weather – It wreaks havoc on his bad hip, making him that little bit less patient and more distractible. It is also when necessary house repairs make themselves more obvious or when coach travel is most difficult and messy. Honestly, he’d dislike it purely for the mud it tracks in that makes their hearth witch tsk disdainfully even if he had no other reason.
     
  • Impatience – In himself and others, it’s a deplorable trait to cultivate. He doesn’t approve of anyone expecting their needs to suddenly become the utmost priority and not being willing to wait for results. When he sees it in public amidst strangers, he’ll generally remove himself, but when he has any control over the consequences, he will make use of it. Generally, for his employers, he tries not to make them wait through anticipating their requests, and he will explain any delays and can expect reasonableness on their part. But he’s not afraid to drag his feet or openly ignore demands from guests who are making a fuss and will assuredly treat both the children and even Samson himself to clear displays of disapproval should their behaviour merit it.
     
     Fears:
     
  • His birthday – It isn’t so much getting older or having people know another year’s gone by. There’s a certain amount of seniority he’s owed, sure. But someday, there’ll come a time when he’s too old to serve. And even the briefest thought on that subject has him wishing for a long and healthy life, because he hasn’t the faintest clue what he’ll do with himself when he doesn’t have anything to do. His birthday is just the most tangible reminder that he’ll have to retire eventually, besides his hip and graying hair.
     
  • Confinement – Much as he worships Mother Night and the Darkness, just about the only thing that can make Hamish panic for real is prolonged time in a dark, enclosed space. It is his eternal regret that being a butler also means being in charge of the wine cellar and its lack of lighting. Witchlight only does so much for his peace of mind, and after a short time, he’ll even be jumping at shadows. Tight spaces and darkness separately are a little better to deal with, though he’ll come out of either trial with a pale face and the shakes. But combined and he’ll shut down completely.
     
  • Prolonged quiet – While he enjoys it when everything seems to be running smoothly and all seems calm and right with the world, there are times when he can’t help but grow suspicious of… too much going well. Of too long a time without something odd happening. And Hamish finds it ridiculously easy to fall into the pessimistic expectation that the longer they go without any mishaps, the more serious the next one will be.
     
     Craft Strengths:
     
  • HearthCraft – Having a wide variety of domestic skills and long practice with them, Hamish doesn’t need to use this Craft as much these days, being head of staff and rather more busy delegating, but he hasn’t lost his touch, and still helps about the house when he has the time.
  • Security/Tracing Spells – As a concerned guardian of eight rambunctious children, Hamish has had plenty of practice setting and resetting spells about the Graywarren household to alert him of suspicious activity. He’s used his training with the Rampart Cub to add the additional function of leaving a trace of his own Craft on said suspicious person so he can find them quickly.
Craft Weaknesses:
 
  • Offensive Combat Craft - Hamish isn't bad at defense or at fighting, but his use of Craft to fight, power bolts, finishing kills, physical enhancement, is all weakened significantly by his distraction and lack of commitment in this area. He chose to focus on other aspects of Craft and never bettered his understanding.
  • Riding the Winds – He can do it, but he does not enjoy it. Even a short trip on the White leaves him feeling strained and nauseous.
Life Story

 Family:
Mother: Ivette Bullard, Tiger Eye to Summer Sky witch | (89) b. 105 AP
Father: Dani Bullard, Rose to Purple Dusk Prince | (86) b. 108 AP
 
Sister: Oona Bullard, Tiger Eye to Summer Sky Black Widow | (57) b. 137 AP
Sister: Eider Ogden, White to Yellow witch | (56) b. 138 AP
Sister: Paz Osborne Summer Sky to Opal Healer | (50) b. 144 AP

 
 History:
Hamish’s father was a retired sceltic mercenary who took up fishing on the coast of Dharo, and his mother was a supporting agent in the Rampart Club who semi-retired when she had her first child. 
 
Growing up, Hamish enjoyed his time in and around the village where they lived. The smell of the sea was ingrained in him, as was its dangers when they’d supplement their allowance through beachcombing. Together with the other children of the village, he and his sisters ran wild along the beaches and through the backcountry. He learned how to swim before he could walk, though the weather wasn’t always conducive to a good dunking, and learned how to float in the little coracles the fishermen used. He learned how to catch lobsters and crab, and dig for clams and oysters. He also learned how to pick through ship wreckage after storms washed it up on the beach. It was the more agile children’s task to comb the beaches after every storm and look for valuables as well as survivors, and they did that as seriously as they played, it was, after all, a great responsibility.
 
Their mother wasn’t much into discipline, provided her children listened to her and didn’t cause so much trouble that she’d have to deal with it personally, she didn’t mind them being a little wild. Energy and enthusiasm were a good thing, weren’t they? Their father was away for most of the daylight hours, always coming home tired and thick with salt, so it was their mother and grandparents that had the primary responsibility of looking after them.
 
She was adamantly insistent that they have a proper education, but didn’t require a strict attendance at school. She supplemented those lessons with her own, showing them the practical use for the things they were learning, and added more lessons on top. Occasionally, on the nicer days, she’d volunteer to steal the students away to the outside world, high up the cliff where they’d learn about clouds and weather watching, or the different types of ships sailing past. Or in someone’s barn learning horse anatomy and harness features (as they were mostly fishermen, only a few families kept any). Or straggling through the nearby market taking note of differences since their last visit and asking about imported goods or working on their arithmetic skills. Or practicing self-defence and staff and knife training. Hamish and his sisters received extra lessons in those… And some other, less practical seeming lessons about memorization and perception. Finding patterns… watching strangers…
 
She might have been retired, but she wasn’t about to forego an opportunity to see if any of her children had the aptitude to fill her shoes.
 
Hamish has fond memories of those days. Blurry though they’ve gotten through the years. Mingling with the villagers and his father’s friends when they visited, hearing stories and listening to rowdy laughter long after he’d been put to bed. The two-day trips to the village over whenever one of them grew old enough for their Birthright Ceremony. Spending time with his grandparents as he and his sisters helped with chores or sat by the fire in the evening. They weren’t rich by any means, but they stayed fed and clothed and warm. Probably, life would have continued in a relatively peaceful and predictable manner, barring the shenanigans they got up to, had trouble not come calling.

A smuggling group running from authorities took the women hostage while the men were out at sea arranging an uncomfortable truce so they could recuperate in comfort. It was too dangerous for the villagers too rebel, as very few of them had any fighting experience, and it seemed safer as long as the smugglers didn’t try anything too despicable.  The adults understood implicitly, but the children weren’t as easily swayed, and tried to fight back. It went about as well as you’d imagine. They were rounded up, beaten for their temerity and summarily tossed in a cellar.

Thinking that the law was taking a little too long to deal with their problem, Ivette stepped up to deal with them herself. She was partially motivated by a few missing children and the fact that she didn’t know what the men would do with them once they’d decided to move on. As they didn’t suspect anyone by that time, it was easy enough to drug their food, tie them up and replace the children in the cellar.
 
Thankfully, by the end of the ordeal, a trio of Rampart members who’d been on the trail of these smugglers had arrived and offered their services. So, she could hand the smugglers over to them, and set about looking for her missing kids.

Unfortunately, her previous need for subtlety, and the fact that no one had seen what happened, meant it was two days before they finally found the pair and got them out of the well. Hamish had a badly healed broken hip that Paz had tried to fix for him and they were both sore, hungry, thirsty, and very relieved to be out.
 
All four kids received a bit of a surprise that night, when Ivette introduced her ‘friends’ to them and explained about the Rampart Club. She’d planned to wait a little longer before telling them, but as she had ready contacts right there, she’d decided to speed up her plans a little and invite them into the fold. Hamish had the least talent for it, but he didn’t lag too far behind, and she thought they’d all have something worthwhile to bring to the table. It wasn’t as though the organization had so many volunteers it couldn’t handle a few more.
 
Oona left with them. Eider and Hamish followed once Hamish had recovered from the whole ordeal. It took him a while, and his hip’s never really gotten better, but he tried not to let it show when Paz was around. As the youngest, she wasn’t allowed to go anywhere until she’d grown up a bit more.
 
Hamish spent two years in training, minus a month when he went back to attend the funeral of his grandparents. It was fairly clear to see that he wasn’t suited to more aggressive work, but he was an able student, and his youth made him a flexible option for long term infiltration. Eventually, they set him up with a vocational apprenticeship as a hall boy for an ambitious family who dabbled in both politics and their own little spy network. The Barrows didn’t seem particularly troublesome, but they were in a good position to see what others could not and had some influence in the Province Queen’s Court at the time, so it killed two birds with one stone. Keeping watch that their ambition didn’t grow too far and making use of their spying for the Rampart’s own benefit.
 
He quickly learned the ropes, and worked hard to fit into the position, never complaining about the workload he hadn’t expected, well, not out loud at any rate… And was happily allowed to stay on once he’d passed the Barrow’s trial period. He gained their trust and grew to like them as well, and they assigned him a few extra lessons to learn before he could be promoted. They were not the least bit proper for a servant to be learning and were very much about poking his nose where it didn’t belong, alongside a bit of self-defence. Some, he had to pretend to learn, but other things he hadn’t been taught yet, and he liked the challenge. He took to his double life rather like a duck to water, enjoying the immediacy of service in a way he hadn’t expected, and liking the intrigue (what little of it there was) rather more than he perhaps should have. But he was enthusiastic in all pursuits, at least, and found himself rather proud of his newfound ability to make himself useful.
 
Shortly after he joined the Barrow staff, a little girl was born to them, and the whole household rejoiced. Hamish didn’t have much to do with her at first, though as she grew up and he got promoted, he had ample time to watch her and occasionally interact. He also kept close tabs of all their visitors as well, noting the Graywarrens and their son amongst the list, and might well have known about their arranged marriage before they did. He approved if young Sarah approved, not that he had any say in the matter, but he liked her, as a sort of replacement younger sister for the one he hadn’t seen in years, and wanted her to be happy. He’d snuck her treats when she was younger and sometimes helped with her lessons, discreetly. Setting himself accidentally in her good books.

Paz and Eider both married a few years after he’d graduated. They scheduled the ceremonies together, to make it easier on everyone attending, and on their wallets, so Hamish only had to ask for a week off, all told, though it was something of a whirlwind trip as he met their spouses and new family and caught up with all the things they hadn’t included in their letters. Oona was working in the Province coven, Eider was working under their mother learning about field protocols and sorting reports, and Paz had grown up to be a very good Healer and teacher who gave lessons about anatomy and field dressings at Harrow Island. They’d all moved out of the village, making it even harder to organise family gatherings, so when they said their farewells, they all knew it wasn’t likely they’d be seeing each other often. But they promised to write to each other and, so far, they’ve managed it.
 
Hamish was promoted twice in quick succession upon his return. He was the first footman by the time Sarah and Samson were properly engaged, and Sarah, having already discussed their husband/wife roles with Samson, requested that Hamish follow her to her new household to help manage the Graywarren accounts and other affairs since she trusted him, and knew he had a good head for these things. Luckily, as he’d served his purpose for the Rampart Club and they’d had time to place other moles in more strategic positions, he was free to say yes. And he did, happily.
 
At first, although she’d said she wanted him for household management, she put him to work as her husband’s valet. His job was to look after the man any time he was not at sea and report everything he learned to his mistress. Not because she didn’t trust him, but because she wanted to know more about him and what he needed. But after she became pregnant for the second time, she stole Hamish back for herself. He was promoted to butler since the position was available and handed the reins for the staff and house accounts. Of course, she’d periodically check in with his progress, but she had enough on her plate with keeping up connections and businesses while looking after her babies, she didn’t want to worry about what was happening under her roof. Hamish learned very quickly to triple check his work so she wouldn’t have to.

He also occasionally made use of his new status to employ members of the Rampart Club if they needed a solid reference to find other employment as a mole. Or if they were retired but needed something to do with themselves. A servant’s work is not for everybody, but it certainly fills the days, and Sarah Graywarren née Barrow had a good reputation in many circles. And she wasn’t stingy about giving out references when asked, just so long as her expectations had been met.
 
As the children grew older, he and Sarah would occasionally be joined in their work by the eldest, and Hamish enjoyed listening to her instructing the boy. Once she was gone, he took over the role a little reluctantly. He’d never expected to need to, and felt it rather presumptuous on his part, but someone needed to do it. If Samson, in his grief, couldn’t… Hamish did his best not to let anything or anyone suffer in her absence, taking on a little more responsibility than was strictly within his purview, but as Samson didn’t seem to care, or mind, or notice… He shouldered as much as he could take, and gladly accepted the offers of the other staff members to take on what they could, and was glad enough that the eldest pair of twins had good heads on their shoulders and were willing, and able, to help out themselves.
 
Of course, it felt wrong, asking that sort of thing of them, and he half preferred it when Naomi led her siblings into mischief acting like the children they were, rather than the young adults they’d grown into too quickly. Even if it gave him more work to do in the long run.
 
There were a few true emergencies during the time the master of the house was gallivanting about on the ocean, but any actual disasters were avoided. Hamish isn’t always certain how. But he remembers, with distinct clarity, the cold fear that rushed him when Harrison revealed a concern for his sister, and he saw the state of Naomi’s finger. The engorged poison sac had already started making her feverish, but she’d hid it so well, a few more days… It might not have become a true tragedy, but his sister had shared stories about the consequences of not milking a snaketooth properly. It was lucky for everyone that there’d been a Black Widow in his family, so he knew what the problem was right away, and he whisked her off to the nearest coven for treatment and to arrange lessons as soon as possible once she recovered. He still shudders to think of what might have happened if they hadn’t trusted him with that secret.

But since they did, he agreed to Naomi’s request that they keep quiet about her Caste in her father’s presence and felt not the least bit of guilt. He believes he understands her intentions, so he’s not worried that she thinks Samson won’t approve or will be against it, and while he’s not sure it’s a good idea to test the man like that if it might lead to further disappointment, it’s Naomi’s choice, not his. He passed her request to the rest of the household, and then went back to work.
 
Still, for the most part, it’s been more steady work and persistence than panic or trouble. Having developed a strong liking for Sarah’s children, and a respectful friendship with Samson during his valeting years, Hamish mourned her loss as much as he grieved for theirs, and he found it more than a little cathartic to throw himself into the work. He feels no resentment for his own situation and is only sad to see the gulf that’s grown within the family.
 
Though he does feel some relief that Samson’s finally been forced to stay and take up some familial responsibility again, he can’t help wishing it might have been more voluntary and less violent. Still, at least the children didn’t lose their father, too.

 
 
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The room was quiet and closed off, neat, without excess furnishings or clutter. There were only a few shelves with books, a wide cabinet, a table and chair and the currently unlit wall sconces. The light filtering in through the window was pale and gray, but enough to work with. The table was bereft of any decoration, with only an inkwell, a pen, and some few pieces of paper. Everything else was carefully stowed away in the cupboard by the man currently sitting with his hands linked above the half-written letter, staring in some consternation at the door.

He'd been interrupted earlier, as he was preparing to write the report, by a small, dark head peeking in around the door and giggling before staring at him a moment in frozen surprise and promptly vanishing back into the hall. Making a note to find out if he was needed anywhere as soon as he’d finished his report to Mr. Graywarren, he’d decided it couldn’t be urgent if young Brixton hadn’t bothered to mention anything. Likely… He didn’t want to know.

From the noise now, Hamish believed he’d guessed correctly. It hadn’t been difficult. Most anytime either of the twin boys giggled when you didn’t know why it would turn out to be something you didn’t want to know. At least, not in any sort of “oh, now I’ve to deal with it then” sort of capacity. Unfortunate then, that it sounded as though he wasn’t the only one left to deal with whatever the problem was. He could hear some muffled shouting and, soon enough, footsteps down the hall. Sighing, he pushed himself upright with a grimace, capping the inkwell before he stepped away, and was in the midst of returning everything to their respective places to pick up in the evening when a firm knock came at the door.

It opened a moment later, and he found Lady Moore frowning in the doorway. Not a good sign, if she was involved. Raising an eyebrow, Hamish closed the cupboard door and turned to give her his full attention. “It’s Lord Harling, Hamish.” The current tutor. He’d lasted almost a month so far. He could feel his heart sinking lower at the words.

“Is he wanting for anything?”

“Your keys…”

“My… keys, Lady Moore?” Why would anyone else want those?

“Ah, yes, well, see now, happens he’s been enjoying the winter air now two hours on his balcony. The door’s locked and poor soul, but he didn’t want to break it.”

Oh. His balcony. Yes, of course, that would explain it. Two hours though? And the Blood Male unable to phase through… “So there’s what the boy was after…” Another sigh escaped him, as he reached for the pocket that suddenly felt too light, already certain he knew what Brixton’s intentions had been. His keys were missing, they’d likely thought to return them and make it seem like he’d forgotten them in his own room, except of course he hadn’t. But they couldn’t sit around waiting for them to hand the keys back. “An’ I suppose as he’s wearing nothing warm… Well, let’s get him back in then. You’ll have the girls make him something warm and start a fire in his room will you? I’ll see to the lock.”

He might not have the keys now, but he was confident both that they would show up sometime before tomorrow, none the worse for wear thank you, and in his ability to pick the lock. He was far less confident that Lord Harling would be staying on much longer. This wasn’t the first trick pulled on the poor man, but it was certainly the harshest. Two hours outside in the cold without a coat on! If this really was the children, he’d have to have a chat with them. They should have taken the weather into account. Summer was a much better time to be locking folks out of doors.

As the housekeeper led the way through the halls before leaving to alert the kitchen, Hamish was wondering if he’d have to rewrite the whole report, or if it would really be so bad if he simply scratched out the line about having found a promising replacement for Prince Canterell.
 
 
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Re: Hamish Bullard
« Reply #1 on: Sep 18, 19, 12:44:20 AM »
Can I get his Yellow descent rolled and five family rolls please? Thank you.

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Re: Hamish Bullard
« Reply #2 on: Sep 19, 19, 08:40:11 AM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness blessed with a cut Yellow Descent Jewel.



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Re: Hamish Bullard
« Reply #3 on: Sep 27, 19, 09:24:23 PM »
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Re: Hamish Bullard
« Reply #4 on: Sep 30, 19, 05:54:48 AM »
If it's needed, I approve of any references to Naomi and Harrison in here. Can't wait for Hamish to join the fun :)




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Re: Hamish Bullard
« Reply #5 on: Sep 30, 19, 10:56:08 AM »
Aaaand got all my bases checked I think, so Hamish is ready for review!

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« Reply #6 on: Oct 03, 19, 12:35:30 AM »
added to the queue

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« Reply #7 on: Oct 11, 19, 01:02:20 PM »

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Re: Hamish Bullard
« Reply #8 on: Oct 11, 19, 09:35:12 PM »
Ready for another go!

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Re: Hamish Bullard
« Reply #9 on: Oct 14, 19, 11:18:00 AM »