Having failed to obtain an industrial quantity of ready-chitted King Edwards over lunchtime, the Muffins prepare to go out again. However, due to the weather and the lateness of the hour, it's only for the back nine.

Fat-Boy plays well, sufficiently so to collect the 10 Muffin's points and Mr. Grumpy's only consolation is that he can't hit the ball far enough to lose it, having played the entire day with the same Srixon. He corrects this anomaly on the 18th tee by bashing it into the practice ground.

After a couple of sharpeners it's off to the Beaufort Arms at Raglan for the last night of the Tour. Full volume AC/DC over the last few miles seems to disorientate Mr. Grumpy and on arriving at the car park and whilst taking a phone call, he bashes his brains out on the van tail gate. He arrives in reception moist, dishevilled and with blood trickling down his face.

Nevertheless he is admitted.

An excellent dinner follows, although Tate only gets his seafood risotto at breakfast the next morning.