Thursday night saw Luton Three Shires Teams splash to victory... well almost!
On the same night that saw the Hatters battle bravely against their valiant opponents Blackpool, all three Luton teams played their hearts out despite incessant stair rod rain cascading down soaked cagoules and depositing yet more water on a sopping wet Piste. Boules danced among the puddles or plopped unceremoniously in the mire. It was hard going. However, the inclement weather just hardened everyone's resolve. Stiff upper lip, chins out, we Brits showed True Grit!
On the top Piste it was a close run match between LPC's sister teams, the Blockers and the Boaters with the Boaters just clinching it with a score of 3-2. Both Captains coaxed their teams into a nail biting finale. It was a great match with some excellent pointing and shooting despite the weather.
On the lower Piste, Luton's Plaiters played Ickleford Panthers splashing and sploshing about in even bigger puddles. Life Guards were on hand to save the coches from drowning! 'He's only a little 'un. For Gawd's Sake, save 'im!' cried the Skipper standing in the ring a good 9 metres from a disaster waiting to happen...but a lofty shot slicked the little geezer out of its watery tomb and another end was won. Final Score?
Plaiters 4, Panthers 1. A great victory for the Home side!
A mad dash for the Club House ensued. Warmth, food and Rev. James beers beckoned. Wet clothes were peeled off and we all sat and enjoyed a tasty spread. A good end to a great evening. Gary's mouth watering home made beef stew warmed our insides and chased the last vestiges of cold away. Lovely jubbly Gaz.
On the same night that saw the Hatters battle bravely against their valiant opponents Blackpool, all three Luton teams played their hearts out despite incessant stair rod rain cascading down soaked cagoules and depositing yet more water on a sopping wet Piste. Boules danced among the puddles or plopped unceremoniously in the mire. It was hard going. However, the inclement weather just hardened everyone's resolve. Stiff upper lip, chins out, we Brits showed True Grit!
On the top Piste it was a close run match between LPC's sister teams, the Blockers and the Boaters with the Boaters just clinching it with a score of 3-2. Both Captains coaxed their teams into a nail biting finale. It was a great match with some excellent pointing and shooting despite the weather.
On the lower Piste, Luton's Plaiters played Ickleford Panthers splashing and sploshing about in even bigger puddles. Life Guards were on hand to save the coches from drowning! 'He's only a little 'un. For Gawd's Sake, save 'im!' cried the Skipper standing in the ring a good 9 metres from a disaster waiting to happen...but a lofty shot slicked the little geezer out of its watery tomb and another end was won. Final Score?
Plaiters 4, Panthers 1. A great victory for the Home side!
A mad dash for the Club House ensued. Warmth, food and Rev. James beers beckoned. Wet clothes were peeled off and we all sat and enjoyed a tasty spread. A good end to a great evening. Gary's mouth watering home made beef stew warmed our insides and chased the last vestiges of cold away. Lovely jubbly Gaz.