The assault on the East Course commences at 3pm and Fat-Boy's prestidigitation pairs him with Bainey and DJ leaving Nance, Tate and Mr. Grumpy to bring up the rear.

Nance starts birdie-blob-birdie, but the pressure of long, unreachable par fours into the wind is starting to takes its toll. After two successive scores in the 30's Mr. Grumpy is also starting to lose it, principally through his growing inability to look at the ball. However, up steps Tate. It's still a "provisional" on nearly every tee shot, but success in finding the first attempt allows him to build a useful total.

In the event, 38 stableford points is an unassailable lead and permits him and his compadres to take the money by a bus-ride. Bainey is the only man who stays in touch with a handy 34 points. DJ's trouble on the greens remain with his eyesite suggesting that every hole is about 3 feet nearer than it actually is.

So, back to Ilfracombe for an Indian, a few pints and another unsuccessful attempt to find any reason why the entire place shouldn't be closed down and evacuated for good. The Ilfracombe tourist office's strapline of "Curious Coastal Charm" is about as unconvincing as DJ's putting stroke.

 