An unseasonably warm still day with bright sunshine reflected from a calm sea. A sense of dislocation arose. The Cornish Riviera perhaps; could this really be Redcar? Well, it was! Unfortunately, the pleasant day brought its’ own problems, with the course thronged with strollers, dogs, bicycles, etc. 

Martin Fisher was 1st scratch, 1st handicap, and furthest travelled competitor, as he now lives in Southend. The organiser and timer, unable to leave his station at the turn/finish, employed his fading charms on a lovely Scottish lady, who stopped to chat, and then furnished him with a nice takeaway coffee. Thank you, Morag.

Focusing on him from afar, the irresistible 85 year old cougar had him 
well and truly in her sights. A potential toyboy, Alan was unable to 
escape as he was race organiser, time keeper and recorder and couldn't 
leave his post. Feigning an interest in race walking as she approached, 
she encouraged our Alan to outline all his recent conquests. He thought 
he was on the pull but it was actually the nice Scottish Morag who was 
getting him to dance to her tune. 

Would he like some coffee? Of course, 
he would! Soon she returned with the coffee and got back to work on 
poor Alan. 'So you live in Bradford'. 'Don't worry, I can always 
accommodate'. A cracking good chance this, and she would not have to 
pay for that scrawny midnight cowboy who she had booked for later that 
evening.

 To be continued . . . . . 

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Race 1 Cleckheaton 11th October