Their spelling is not great but these young parkourists (parkourers?) more than make up for it with their acrobatics.
They were a nice bunch.
Mimi asked me if they didn’t mind me taking their photographs and posting them on the internet.
They were far from camera shy.
I enjoyed spending 15 minutes with them.
They were fit, enthusiastic, sober, did not bother anyone.
They don’t care much about cartilage, or joints (the ones that act as an articulation between two limbs), or sprained ankles, or broken wrists.
They are young.
They are having fun.
Fair play to them.
Like it or not, the little mememe2U will be doing parkour from now on.
Shag all extortionate registration fees, licences or bored instructors.
All you need is a pair of runners, a few rocks or elevated walkways. And go bare chest.
I may allow Mimi to wear a vest.