A clean Table of Dreams was waiting for us on Tuesday lunchtime. Living out in the bloody Estuary Wilds can be harsh at this time of the year. It hasn’t stopped raining since Halloween. Slight exaggeration, obvs. But the upside is that the Table of Dreams is kept clean with all the rainfall. There was also little wind in the air. We took the strategic decision to play with the outdoor wind ball.
I was unplayable the night before, indoors at the Sailing Club. I was on a rare streak of form, pretty much winning every point and telling all that I was the best wiff waff player in Weird Wiv. Oh how the mighty have fallen less than twenty four hours later. I lost 5-0 outdoors. Ouch.
