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. 🙂