A return to the outdoor Table of Dreams, early evening on Wednesday. It’s been a while. We’ve been spoilt with the Five Star facilities of, erm, the Sailing Club, and the indoor table. The lure of the mild weather, little wind and general cabin sickness got us both outdoors.
We weren’t alone. The Easter Holidays meant that the field was full of young kids and teens, all doing the young kids and teens thing. I don’t miss the audio assault on your eardrums after running my arse around a S Ldn school all day long.
The seasonal weather also meant that the first cutting of the grass had taken place around the Table. It was only a few weeks ago that wellies were needed as we pinged and ponged back and forth like pigs in shit. The smell of the freshly cut grass was arousing. The local yoof meanwhile were enjoying their grass fights.
We pressed on with the game. I managed to find my length outdoors a little sooner than my opponent. Oh hang on - I’m bloody winning here. Time was a little tight - which was no bad thing as it meant I couldn’t enter my usual mid-game boredom phase.
A 3-2 victory was mine for the taking.
GEDDIN.
