It seems to be a view that croquet is for genteel old ladies and people in Alice in Wonderland. Nothing could actually be further from the reality. However instead of being on the lawns preparing for The Nationals which start in Wanganui on Saturday and in which I am playing, I was helping to build a soil store today. "Just helping to put in a few posts" was what was mentioned. Yeah right. Six solid hours (excluding coffee stops) of hard manual labour later I had to leave for "granddad duties". In that six hours we had bored post holes, put in and backfilled the posts and dug a trench. Genteel is not an adjective I would have used to describe the perspiring bodies that completed that task. But boy did I feel good after that physical labour. I'm almost sad to be missing the rest of the work to finish the store.
A Sporting Weekend
2 weeks ago