The weather didn't deter Richard, Keith, Malcolm and I yesterday and we fought our way through the deep snow to Findrack to play doubles. I was driving Jo's car and couldn't get it all the way up the hill so had to walk the last 100 yards. It snowed again when we were playing and this was Keith's car when we came out:
and Malcolm's:
I had to be rescued by the others as the car wouldn't move but a combination of Malcolm's shovel and a push from Richard and Keith got me going again.
Who says the enthusiasm for squash is diminishing?
