Despite the dreadful weather the intrepid Town Church Bellringers made their way into town for a delicious meal. It might have been raining and blowing a hoolie outside but in Village East the only liquid flowing was wine. Oh and maybe just a soupçon of Single Malt for Duncan. The interesting thing is that the more Duncan had to drink the less he thought up harebrained schemes for us. Maybe we should buy him a bottle?
But I joke because we love the way Duncan has helped us to progress. We regularly ring things I never dreamed of achieving and although we sometimes fall apart we have a very much improved record of scoring the quarters we go for.
And we were all present and correct for ringing this morning.