Clubhouse

To the Kingdom of Fife tonight for an away match that we all dread, given that the official stopping time is about 10pm followed by the polite chats and obligatory tea, meaning late to bed.

The wind was still wild and as the club is situated on the edge of a deep wood, evidence of yesterday's destruction lay all around us. We all quaked in our tennis whites, in fear of being 'branched' mid-rally.

Now I know many several a few of you like the Tuesday cake blips but no sweetmeats were up to my high standards so instead I've blipped part of the clubhouse. It's a quaint, listed building and 100 years old, and its character shone through its panelled walls and old fashioned fittings.