Did you say wind or wine?

Did anyone see that little launch whizzing across the course on Sunday?

Well, I made some enquiries whilst seeing off a couple of cheeky ones in the Plume of Feathers and found out that it was Black Sheep being ferried back and forth to race by the landlord!

Not only were they good enough to take home the trophy for winning Elite 8's, but they also did it on stomachs full of rough cider and dodgy pasties courtesy of the Plume of Feathers.

Being beaten in a final is one thing, but being beaten by a bunch of blokes who have spent the afternoon on the p.ss is something all together more impressive.

I bow at your feet Sheep!