So now I’ve tried shooting.
Shooting clay pigeons.
On the way up Marky P and I discussed my tendency to almost die when pursuing sports.
Perhaps s shooting was tempting fate?
In the event it was really good – Apparantly I wasn’t a bad shot. It was hard not toppling over whilst I took aim, but by holding my breath and tensing very hard I could just about maintain aim for long enough to get about a 70% hit rate.
Il def go again, sometime soon.
Thanks Mark, for taking me, and being so bloody encouraging.
Thank also to Chrissy, for a bloody lovely lunch the other day Properly spoilt. 🙂