Sunday 7th and winter arrives with a vengeance. A sharp frost overnight has turned OGC into a skating rink and it's a surprise that the winter greens have not been called into play. Fat-Boy divvies the 7 Muffins into Mr. Grumpy, Tate and DJ versus himself, Nance, Turbo and Brett and at 08:15am our heroes venture out into a winter wonderland.

Several tees are on mats which causes Tate to do a passable impression of Bambi on Ice and at the sandwiches a measly 35 points are not thought to be enough. "Au contraire". Only Turbo in the 4-ball is mastering the tricky conditions and 35 is more than enough for a healthy lead.

Mr. Grumpy is not having a good day and visits to several bunkers is not helping. These are rock solid and a number of "thins" across a variety of greens are racking up the blobs. Fortunately Tate picks up the camels on 17. His drive hits the bank 50 yards from the tee and lodges in wet leaves. His left foot is in a tractor rut, so he claims relief which DJ is not inclined to allow. Tate, now in a state of high dudgeon, contrives to hit the ball backwards for the 3rd week running and takes another two to advance the ball fwd. A couple of shots later he nobbles it into the greenside bunker and throws his bag in after it.

All Mr. Grumpy now has to do is stay out of trouble. A drive, 7 wood and 7 iron leave him 5 yards of the front of the green. A little chip then races across the frozen surface into the back bunker. The impossible "clunk" out races back into the front bunker where Mr. Grumpy leaves it in before thinning in off the back of the green again. It's a sad end to an unhappy day for which the decorating will provide welcome relief.

Meanwhile, Turbo is continuing to make light of the conditions and slip-sliding serenely to 

