To the Table of Dreams! …on Sunday morning. We made our way down the side of the park, and past the grand old King George Oak - the one that the local Town Council has a pathological desire to fell. It looked radiant in early spring. It should survive far longer than the questionable mandate of those hell bent on bringing it down. So there.
There was plenty of wind to rattle the old branches and fresh leaves on the tree. Which all meant that we opted for the heavier wind ball. I was finding it hard to find my length on the table, having played indoors mainly throughout the past month.
A couple rocked up next to us to play a game of boules. This is the first time that we have seen the court being used. Respect.
The game itself was the usual one way traffic. Some of the local birds were busy up above, nattering away and making a right old bloody racket. That’s the reason I’m giving for a 4-1 defeat.
