Just the other day in the pub we were talking about our attitude just before we change country, since I was saying that my heart wasn’t really in the flying here any more. It comes to a point when we really look forward to being in the other country, be that Spain or the UK. Another feature of our behaviour at these times is that we get quite cautious. I always start flying really conservatively about 3 weeks before coming back to the UK because I don’t want to have an accident that will mess up the season/summer. Likewise, I don’t want to mess up the skiing and nice autumn flying with a daft injury here. So it’s a bit of a superstition thing…

We cleaned most of the day, but one of our last jobs was to return the set of arrows Geoff had borrowed from the club. Whilst there, it seemed only fitting that we had a last shoot, despite the chilliness and gloom. On the third end (six arrows), I shot and my arrow bounced off the target, but made a horrible twanging noise on the way. Once we walked up to the boss (the target), we saw the state of one of his borrowed arrows… I had shot into the end of it and smashed it completely. So instead of giving back 8 perfect arrows we had to go and give a grovelling apology to one of the club guys. And then the new car started making funny noises. Whatever next?

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