The small but perfectly formed group of players had a wonderfull time.
  The three games before lunch provided excitement & heartbreak, freakish talent & abject    failure, roars & silences -
  In other words, a morning of petanque.
  In the end the top four teams slugged it out.

Principale	Consolante
The relentless double fisted pointing might of   Dave Watson & Martin ground down the plucky,  unbowed efforts of Dick & Alan	In a balanced, bilingual denouement, Rada &   Dom  overcame the gallant Tory & Lionel

  The weather was brilliant; the food was chickenly Prospect good,
  Deb thoroughly earned her last place free glass of wine, Malcolm prepared the grounds to botanical   standards, El Presidente Richard organized the competition to within in inch of its life,
  Martin hunted   & gathered food & finances and the four saladeers made everyone briefly   contemplate vegetarianism.

 Then, at the end of the day when you thought that too much petanque was barely enough…

 Dom orchestrated a six-a-side challenge, female only shooting, cross country piste romp that went to  its laughable, logical end…