Friday June 23rd 2003

An early start, meeting at Braxted golf club at 10:00.

Richard, Terry, Dave, Graham, Me and Tim.

Graham and Dave, just good friends.

Graham T's off.

Can't get the help anymore.

 I said an 8 iron, just put that back and listen next time.

Looks like Paul's T shot.

Tim, Richard and Terry.

Tired, we only did the 9 holes, must be all that searching for the balls.

Back to Wivenhoe.

Wivenhoe station and the Clacton bound train taking us to lunch.

Where's my accordion gone, I can't sing without it.

Clacton sea front.

Fish, chips, bread and butter. We spoil ourselves.

An afternoon of gambling, now we're off to find some whelks.

Say no more.

No whelks, we had to settle for ice creams.

Now back to Wivenhoe, to spruce up and hit the town.

Graham finds a new friend.

A glorious evening on Wivenhoe quay, outside the Rose.

By the time we'd slaked our thirst it was getting dark, final call was at the Station.

Terry finds a new friend.

"To die for"

This time both fridges for full.

Air guitar tomfoolery.

3am Once we got our sleeping gear out of the study we crashed out.

Dave had bought in plenty of materials for breakfast and so by 8am we had a full English.

Cheers everyone !