Yesterday I started out as just mild mannered Steve Hardy photographer and ended up as a member of a winning team at Winkle Island Marbles Championship. This is one of the few sports that seems to encourage substance abuse as my fellow team members all played with pints in hand. It was a hard fought championship displaying high levels of skill, er, okay, no skill at all and no one was really bothered who won but we did end up with a cup. Afterwards the celebrations commenced and I suspect you know what’s coming here, another slow crawl up the West Hill, unusually this time in broad daylight, most of which I don’t remember.

As an aside, participating is more fun than taking pictures but only I could see that as a revelation…

Team member Vic with the trophy