To the Table of Dreams! …on Sunday morning. It already started to heat up as we made our way through the public car park and on to the field. The local running group had regathered, all hot and sweaty after a morning of trying to beat the heat. Good luck, as they say, with that one.
Our own warm up was rubbish. Once again we aimed for the pro-style corner to corner continuous rally, TWATTING the ball with an increased intensity after every shot. It looks impressive if you can pull it off. We managed a rally of three shots max.
Time to crack on with the actual game, before the blue skies up above completely burned all energy out of us. It was most tranquil for the first three games. I raced to a 3-0 lead. The bloody Church bells then kicked in. They put me off my stroke. I called time whilst I was still 3-2 ahead.
