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Eleven stalwarts lined up for a good old fashioned soaking on Emlin Ridge; certainly the foulest weather of the season thus far and possibly the wettest wart from start to finish that I've had the pleasure to enjoy in the past four years. It was evident from the outset that conditions were somewhat awry as young Master Harmer arrived resplendent in full waterproof clobber, tops and bottoms. Having splashed our way around the trig, shooting cabins, plantations and reservoir, we repaired to the Nags Head where the loudest cheer of the evening was reserved for the news that rain had stopped play at the Sportsman ... but I wouldn't want to steal Brother Barber's thunder on this matter, who should be along shortly to expand in whatever way seems most appropriate to him.
As a coda, Lewis notes - "An article in the Guardian
identifies High Bradfield as having gusts of 93 MPH on wednesday night/ thursday morning. No comment is made on the volume of water sloshing about."
Not sure that I can add much to my esteemed colleague's ramblings above. It was a memorable night and will be committed to the "anals" of warting history. The highlight was receiving the text from our sometime warting colleague who was blacklegging at some other venue, pointing out that the race had been cancelled due to bad weather (pah!) - a term hitherto never mentioned on a warts night!
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