Can't beat a little white-boarding... |
The Bodging finds a Holwell nook... |
Now hang on... Holwell has a Rifle Club, not an Archery Club, surely? Who arrowed the horses, then? |
Chairs To Go... |
The Rifle Club, not the Rugby Club... |
The Holwell Railway Carriage... Love it. |
Pleasing on the eye... |
Norwich City would be interesting visitors... |
Rectangular portholes... |
Ah, the East Midlands countryside... |
The train rattles through... |
"My garden shed, is..." You know the chant. |
Dugouts for the football club, or sniper dens for the Rifle Club... |
Spying on the Bowls Club... |
A shivering long walk to the corner, where the teams warmed up... |
The snipers fire at the bowls players through this sight... |
Julian Joachim... Villa's fans would sing: "Joachim for England..." until the goals dried up... |
Scott Birch has been on the weights again... |
Rollers in abundance. Odd that the surface was like a ridged beach at Mawgan Porth... |
Atmospheric... |
The teams emerge into the cold air... |
Let's play 'Spot the Gary Hamson...' |
Birch (4) uses headgear to separate his hair from his beard... |
His huddle-aversion means that Kirk Francis (right) is late again... |
The Man in the Moon attends... |
Nice sky 1... |
Nice sky 2... |
I liked this... |
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