A rare full house for the first Sunday in October when the Indian summer dictates shorts and a liberal smearing of insect repellent for the Fat-Boy. However, this week it's all about Tate as he spreadeagles the field with 30 points and dominates the headlines.

After a steady start his round ignites on the 6th tee. As Tate addresses the ball Mr. Grumpy is standing directly behind him and thus considers himself fairly safe. Not so. Somehow Tate contrives to hit the ball off the heel and into the turf such that it travels past Mr. Grumpy's ear, cannons off a tree and finishes on the path at the foot of the steps, not even 50% towards the ladies tee.

A drop is taken and now Fat-Boy and DJ are hunkered down behind trees, while Mr. Grumpy hunkers down behind DJ. There's a smack, followed by more tree contact and no-one has any idea where the ball is. It's found in the middle of the fairway from where Tate hits a rescue to the front right edge and then chips in for a routine 4 nett 2 garnering 4 points. At which point we might all have gone home.

But that's not the end of it. On the 10th his second shot whistles out of bounds into a fish pond but his fourth finds the fringe of the green from where the putt is holed for a 5 nett 3. I could go on but won't. At least he has the decency to collect the camels.

On the electric buggy front it's another fun-packed morning. DJ selects a bridge over the stream as the ideal place to jettison his clubs from their moorings and Nance's buggy is seen to be running away from him on at least two occasions.

Finally Turbo has a game of two halves and Cutie-Cutie a game of no halves at all.