A strong southwester tried desperately to dishevel Willo's flowing locks as we ran out the ropes, but came in handy later for the distance.
As usual Jim was the first to turn up and had the honour of chucking the dice to select the accuracy distances.
Chas arrived and look ragged as he had just finished a midnight shift and asked to get away early if possible.
Putting Chas through his distance events, I had a lot of trouble digging his sinkers out and was thankful for his heavy leader material. The same can be said for the vet's events but quite a few had too light a leader material and a few broke off.