After an acceptable Eyetie meal the tourists are kept awake until the early hours watching the the attempt to evict Big Gordon from Number 10. Even as late as Sunday afternoon when this report is being written, this is yet to happen and the Brownster has still got all the furniture piled up against the front door.

Bastard.

Saunton is a jewel marred only by a sharp-tongued receptionist who seems oblivious to the honour being paid to the club by the prescence of the Muffins.

On the West Course in the morning Fat-Boy has decided he'll partner Mr. Grumpy and Tate which turns out to be an inspired choice as he and the Grumpy one take first and second individual spots as well as all the match money. Tate is on the way back and moves confidently out of the teens into the twenties although not for nothing is he known as "Two-ball Tate". 

Bainey puts it succinctly when he suggests that rather than the more normal "risk and reward" strategy, Tate's is one of "risk and re-load".

With an hour to kill before the assault on the East Course, luncheon is taken. The rank and file favour some sort of lamb burgery-things whilst the more discerning diner selects the local crab sandwich with a squeeze of lemon and a small rocket salad. Fat-Boy wonders whether the serving wench might be up for a squeeze of something else.