Tch! I thought that special coat-hook attachment on the front of your rifle was supposed to prevent these sort of misshaps? You know, the pointy bit inbetween the toasting fork and the freeview aerial.
Cracking course as ever. Throughly enjoyed this one...even though there was a bunny on a precarious pole behind the bank and another one on the mound at peg 1 with altitude sickness.
Blooming cheek at peg 15 though. I mean fancy erecting a dead tree right in front of the blooming target
I knew something was amiss when none of the leaves were moving. It looked like the foliate equivalent of the Harmony Hairspray ads in the 1980's. You know the ones... room full of women wearing shoulderpads that the quarterback of the Chicago Bears could only dream of and a hairdo that was somewhere between a large furry rug and a crash helmet. Freeze-frame a Bonnie Tyler video and you've got the look. All the other trees were rippling gently from front to back, and this poor thing wretched thing was stood there with its motheaten branches at 90-degrees to the left. *Hurumph!*
There may not have been a clear view of the bunny from the peg, but as you only had to be touching the peg having a pair of feet the size of flippers can have some advantages.
Not a position I foresee re-visiting, feet about 6 feet apart and having to face the wrong way in order to then twist and try and brace my left elbow. My thanks to Neil for his sincere words of encouragement as I swung in an erratic arc from left to right trying to find the blooming bunny, his discreet cry of
"PULL!" will stay with me.
Looking forward to the next one