Bit of an outer body experience. I cant move. All hurts. The brunch was nothing but war stories. Every athletes dream, and partners worst. The prize giving was totally unique. Comfortably sitting in the town hall on cushy seats, two hours of celebrating performances, supporters, athletes, success and failure, all through Robin Judkins’ comic views, was a highlight. The migration to the traditional bar on Church Square. Where beer soothes the pain, fades failure, unites all, and makes for a longer Monday.




























