It’s the weekend!

Yay!

Tomorrow we’re taking the in-laws to lunch.

Then we’re going to Sapey, Herefordshire, to walk the track for Sunday’s Mercian Teams two-phase competition.

Our team times for Sunday are:

Wayfarers:

(The other team members aren’t really all called ‘Her’, I’ve just done that to anonymice, anonymouses, anonymeece… protect their identities. And that’s ‘protect’ as in: they won’t want to be associated with the four-star, tits-up mess of things that Vin and I will endeavour to create)

So.

Vin and I are the first combination in our team to go.

The Pathfinder they call that position in equestrian circles.

The comedy act I call it.

And going first… it asks such big questions.

Like:

a. Should we go for a slow but sure clear round in both disciplines – thereby positioning the team in a ‘safe’ position and allow the tail-end Charlies to take risks?

Or:

b. Should we pretend that we’re that famous Mark Todd/Charisma combination at Badminton and go like hell against the clock taking risks where they arise?

I think we need a team talk beforehand; tactics to sort out.

But at least going that early means we’ll be finished and back home at a reasonable time.

So when you roll over in your beds on Sunday morning…

Think of us.

B.