Well folks, do we ever have a competition for you!

Us Order goons recently took out our paragliders and leapt from London Bridge. An ancient Masonic system of beacon fires gave us enough upwards current to make it all the way our destination in Wales - the Brecon Beacons National Park. From there we stored our supplies and camouflage (three packets of Chipsticks and a lovely rouge lipstick) and headed up, up and up into the mountains.

Along the way we left various notes for people to comes across:



Finally at the top itself we set up our little congratulation pack:


And hid it amongst the rocks:



Now, we're not about to tell you what mountain we are on top of, but you do know it's in the Brecon Beacons at least and those familiar with the layout may well be able to make out from the topography some vague kind of GPS coordinates.

Now, don't wait around. Rucksacks out and the first person to the top and to collect the note gets a free copy of our debut record.

p.s. to make it ever zanier we left antipersonel mines on top of every wrong mountain. We love landmines for the simple reason that Princess Di didn't. Di hates, we like. It's a good rule of thumb. Except when it comes to Camilla.