To the Table of Dreams!
The Estuary Wilds sun and dry weather was for once too good to resist. It was our first outdoor game in a couple of weeks.
Wellies were worn. Which is something that you are unlikely to see at an Olympic wiff waff gold medal game.
They were needed as well.
Worms casting were at each end of the table. This wasn’t a firm foundation for a serious game.
We opted for the uniform ball, rather than the extra heavy wind design. This allowed me to arse around with spin.
It also allowed me to come close to taking each game, only to showboat with silly spin, and not quite take the glory.
Still, the spin looked cool as fuck YEAH?
The bloody Church bells kicked me. This seriously put me off.
STFU etc.
A 3-2 defeat.
It’s like I’ve never been away.
