A variety of injuries and weak excuses result in just Nance, Turbo and Mr. Grumpy turning up this week for a convivial 3-ball. Convivial that is until the last 3 holes when after a good morning Mr. Grumpy rediscovers his shank, finishes 8, 8, 8, turns a potential victory into a shambles and disappears into a blue funk.

Turbo and Nance play some steady stuff and the morning's enjoyment is much enhanced by the latest developments in the saga that is Nance's Motocaddy. 

It's raining lightly and the wet leaves dictate intermediate tyres, but it's only the sturdy rhododendrons that arrest the trolley when Nance leaves it switched on and it careers into the undergrowth at the back of the 5th green.

Then, whilst ascending the slope at the 6th, Nance loses control again and turns the entire thing upside down. Thus, it's to no one's surprise that the electrics start playing up on the 8th. Nance uses the sandwich break to summon the assistant pro to the half-way house but, just like when you go to the doctor and your complaint cures itself in the waiting room, when the lad appears, the trolley seems to be working perfectly. After some inspection of the undercarriage a warning light is detected and the thing is carted unceremoniously away. Fortunately, in anticipation of such an occurrence, Nance has his carry-bag.

So, a morning short on numbers but full of incident. Turbo wins £4 from Mr. G but only has it in his hand for 2 seconds before it is snatched away to cover 8 camels and two ducks.

Those who played at Handsworth are also reminded they owe Fat-Boy £5 for his overall win.

