Game faces on today: the WIFBC started in earnest. The early start meant we had to skip breakfast at the hotel, and instead experimented with the various offers at the supermarket. Results may vary. Arriving at the range, we attended
D+13 – The Warm-up Where Everything but the Wheels Fell Off
After a week of R&R, the England team returned to reality and began preparing for the forthcoming week of individual and team shooting. After an earlier start, the team headed to the range to conduct a recce, as well as
D+12 – Yet another day in paradise.
The team divided into several groups, the first took a thoroughly relaxing approach to the day. After heading to the Fat Urchin in Jolly Harbour for their daily shot of caffeine, they lounged by the beach, soaking in the Vitamin
D+11 – Major, would you be so kind as to pass my G&T please?
The day started / finished earlier for some. Some were woken by an accidental lockout. Thank you reception. A slower start was entirely predictable. Al Brown’s second birthday of the week had been celebrated with considerable enthusiasm, with the humble
D+10 – Reaching new Heights
Overnight heavy rain gave way to a nice hot morning. Some went diving early. Your diarist did not partake as his ears go pop looking at the sea but apparently it was great with big stingray, lobster, turtle, and lots
D+9 – We’re going to need a bigger boat!
The day, for some, started with an early beach walk and quick dip in the ocean. Footprints were the only thing left behind. After breakfast, the majority met to walk to the dock for a trip out on The Niomi
D+8 – Welcome to Paradise
Our first morning in Antigua resembled a true paradise. With lower humidity and somewhat more predictable weather, the early morning sun was no longer oppressive and we woke up to the sound of the waves of the North Atlantic (yes,
D+7 – Ghost Flight
The day began with the final Splashmins breakfast, and then onward to the Adj and Vice’s rooms for staged bag packing from 07:45. This was a much more speedy process than preparing for Gatwick, and the only niggle being packing
D+6 – “Stop sending me frogs”
Sunday dawned, the second day of the Demerara Cup, hotter and brighter than the first. Following an unusual breakfast of beef stew, we departed for the range debating what photos are useful for the social media manager. Arriving at the
D+5 – “The Truck is Stuck… Again”
The last 2 days of individual shooting have been leading to this… competing for the Demerara Cup (provided by the England Rifle Team). The match consisted of 2 teams of 8 firers, 2 coaches and 1 main coach competing against