So, all too soon it's the last day and to ensure that the touring party end up sufficiently knackered, Nance has booked 36 holes over the Open Championship qualifier - Leven Links. Arriving at 9:00am Mr. Grumpy is disturbed to discover that instead of a Club Secretary standing in the entrance with a personal welcome befitting of the Muffin President, the place is like the Marie Celeste. Mr. Grumpy collects the milk of the front step, delivers it to the kitchen and makes himself a cup of coffee.

In due course the Muffins report to the starter who, in common with many others on this tour, seems to have a problem taking the cash. Big Dave is charged several different amounts such that at one point he's paid about £100 instead of £45 with sundry card credit and cash refunds to balance the transaction.

Leven is traditional links, anti-clockwise and, today, beneffiting from a gale force winds that turns 470 yard par 4's into pitch and putts or into monsters depending on the direction of approach. Nance is at pains to point out that holes into the wind which he can't reach in 3 blows, let alone two, with no shot, are unlikely to assist his scoring potential.

The anti-clockwise nature suggests out-of-bounds on the right which Fat-Boy and Big Dave discover to their cost and the kitty's benefit, but Mr. Grumpy, having now perfected the duck-hook, is untroubled until the 16th when he plonks the ball that he's had for two days into someone's front garden.

In the event Fat-Boy's the winner with a useful 33 points, but with DJ in third spot it looks as if the Fat Lady can begin warming her tonsils. DJ also extends his domination of the Camel Trophy.

So, just 18 holes remain, will it be a bridge too far?