The forecast is for an imminent monsoon and accordingly the clouds are grey, low and scudding such that all bar Fat-Boy are wearing several layers and fully expecting to be drowned rats before half-way. Miraculously the deluge never happens and it's a mild-ish, essentially dry morning.

New equipment abounds. Well, Nance turns up with his new bats but Turbo, though the proud possessor of a top-of-the-range new electric trolley that Mr. Grumpy among others has forked out hard cash for, doesn't get it out of the box, doesn't even use his knackered old one and decides to carry his bag! How does that work?

Nance's first shot with the shiny new Titleists is a wedge to two feet, but after that it's a sequence of slappy cuts and pulls which indicates money poorly invested. However, somehow he gets it round in 36 points for a maiden victory of the winter.

Tate, Turbo and the Fat-Boy are the only others to get into the thirties and and in partnership with Stan, the former pair manage to lose only £2.

A very useful day on the fines front with loads of camels, ducks and OOB's, plus back-payments, sending Mr. Grumpy home with bulging trousers - which is not a common occurence.