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 exoecting to be drowned rats before half-way. Miraculously the deluge never happens and it's a mild-ish, 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 doesn't get it out of the box, doesn't even use his old knackered one and decides to carry! 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.

