'Twas a tad chilly as I headed for the oval. Travelling down Alexander Drive, I glanced over to see if Willo had arrived. The oval was blanketed with fog and I couldn't see anything. with the grass all slippery and wet we took our time setting up, sipped on a hot coffee and watched the sun come up to provide a beautiful morning.

With the body still in repair mode I called on volunteers to look after scoring and was grateful that Mal and AJ, Aubs and Gazza quickly stepped up and gave assistance. Thanks fellas.

A tricky southerly wind wafted across the oval, causing a few out of bounds and wayward casts, but the jovial mood kept going. A few clangers (bull's-eyes), lots of friendly ribbing, some great casting and a lot of happy people enjoyed another good morning. The bull's-eye scored by Young Rhys only just put a grin on his face and his total score for the single handed event put many of the older mob into the background.