A few of the lads came over for the weekend from Belfast. You forget how well you get on and just how much you miss them. Today really reminded me.

Got to Watfird at 11 abs headed to mini golf, after steaming off into quite a lead I lost it on the last two holes. The last hole wasn't actually a hole but a tube and I thought you couldn't actually miss, I missed and lost by 1. Hilarious and gutting all in one.

Then we watched the rugby. So intense too many heart in my mouth moments. I was fairly sure the last try the French 'scored' was forward, so to be proved right by the tv ref was great. Had some boisterous English lads so there was definitely a bit of banter at the end.

We fired back and then just chatted into the wee hours, great wee day