I started on peg 26 ie with 5 in the field in that hailstorm at the start of session 1.

My first nearly missed the left hand edge of the plate (despite aiming off right) the next one went right(obviously), somehow the "finger" went down and I was lucky to hit the plate on the next 2.

ie I went into the woods 4 down after only 5 shots. "Oh goody" I thought

My shooting partner (Pat the Springer God) was having a mare. To add to the joy of it all I decided to regail all and sundry with a jolly tune or two. The two Lea Valley lads ahead of us were heard to mutter:

"Just when you think it can't get any worse, he starts singing!"

Can't wait 'til the next one