Boing!

Well, what a turn up?!

As you may remember, from my previous posts, Mr T had recently taken up the sport of archery.  Something he did at school, some oh.... a few years ago now, and was interested in doing again, now we are semi-retired. 

Well, the local club he joined had an 'Open Day' on Easter Sunday, so that anyone could come along and have a play, including family members.  We arrived, en masse, loaded down with picnic paraphernalia, children and, minus dog on a lovely sunny day, to do so.

Little did we know that another three of us would be hooked, as it were!  Mr and Mrs Daughter both tried and fell in love with it, and so did I.  Seriously. 

It was such fun, but I likened it to golf.  However much you try, only one hit in many, for me at least, made its target! Mr and Mrs D had much more luck, and now we are frantically begging and borrowing kit, to match our sizes and (ahem) abilities = strength of pull, so that we can get to practicing some more.

Who knew?

ps the 'Boing' of the title is the sound my arrows made as they hit trees - all three in one of the tries I had!