An Afternoon At The Country Club

I've been, on the most part, walking over to our local fitness centre every month for the last 6 months to visit Judith, the sports therapist, with great success.

 

My ancient Pucca T-shirt. So old it's vintage. Probably.

But this was the first time Mr B had come along too! (The joy of him being on holiday).

Hence the 'photo shoot'.

 

 

The place used to be a private squash club, then it was leased by Fitness First and now it is back to being a family owned fitness club.

 

But as Mr B said, it has the air of being a secluded country club and reminded us of our big summer holidays at the end of the 80s when we would travel down to Newquay for the pro surfing championships.

 

Those were the days...we had a sportsman who was a world No 1, betcha didn't know that, did ya?
 

lots of love from a surfing legend...to me!

 OMG, it's Martin Potter, World No 1 Surfing Pro!

 

Homemade sandwiches, the first cappucini from the new machine and table tennis.

What more could you want or need?

 

 

My lovely 'tat' bag from Rockers England (Manchester) had an outing.

 

 

 

And I wore sandals while I had the chance.

(Did you get the amazing thunderstorms last night/today?)

 

  No country club theme would be complete without a link to the beautiful, talented and, alas, no longer with us

Billy MacKenzie.

 

 

Sorry it's the karaoke version but it was the one video that (a) had the sharp, cut off ending and (b) wasn't introduced by Jimmy Saville!

Still, it's a good song to sing along with.

(Unless you are my neighbour!!!!)
Zxx