|Garvald's twin town-just a bit drier!|
Before I write these blogs I try to think of some witty title to start the piece off and as I was heading up to Colin Jacks on a nice sunny evening for an Indian North West Frontier game a few sprang to mind usually with some 'Carry on' connotation as the gist of the title.By the end of the evening that notion had been surpassed by the local weather which after having been a nice summer evening turned into a months rainfall in the space of an hour.The amazing thing is that when I eventually got home,a mere 15 miles away,there was not a touch of dampness in sight.Welcome to Scotland,4 seasons in one hour.Until I showed Lady Watson the evidence on facebook,I'm sure she believed I had been on the booze.
|The 'Third Foot and Mouth'advance.|
|The Khazi of Kalabar awaits.|
|'Don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes!'|
|'Left a bit,right a bit -fire at will.Poor Will'|
|'They will die the death of a thousand cuts'|
|'Well the British are used to that'|
|'We're British,we don't do anything-until it's too late!'|
See you when I see you.Back to the next Cornwall report shortly.