Arriving on an idyllic evening, many of us settled into a few bottles of… what was the fizzy South African white called, Viv? Maybe Jerry will remember… Well, the second bottle was as smooth as Sonia Red’s silky little butt. Thanks, Viv!
Avril arrived on the scene touting a cheeky little focacia which went down in record time as Viv took the podium to welcome another set of committed golfers to the party. Third year running and getting stronger!
Later we moved down to the river for dinner and the rest of the crew arrived. Except Bjorn of course. We’ll save him for tomorrow. I just need to add that Tom was looking resplendent in his suave beige jacket and mauve polo. Well done, sir!
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