June 8th It was lovely on Wednesday and so I had an hour on the green. I had found a lovely rhythm and so approached Saturday’s game with a spring in my step and the rhythm firmly in my memory bank. The first few ends were great: everyone playing well and the woods leaving my […]
Bowls – June 1st 2013
June 1st Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. That was excruciating. A lovely day, a lovely green, a decent quartet in opposition, swing thought No. 4,365 still intact . . . . . . . . . and nothing. Abject nothing. Playing like a pregnant giraffe. What is it? What the hell goes […]
Bowls – 25th May 2013
May 25th That was awful.What went wrong? I still had swing thought No. 4,365 from two weeks ago; I had kept it going in-between; we’d beaten Gilwern; granted, it went a bit astray in the week against Garndiffaith but it was bloody cold, and we had pulled off a draw. Anyway, I’d been keeping it […]
Bowls – 11th May 2013
11th May 2013 So, what am I saying? It’s my last wood of the match. We’ve won our game easily. The team have won the match. It’s cold and wet. The jack is full length and we are six down. If we stay six down it will not make the slightest difference to anything or […]
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