In which we put the world to rights, just after the fourth bottle at 2am on Saturday morning; got to potter around Lyme Regis and breath in sea air for the first time in months (chakras: balanced); met someone who worked with John Peel and spent time in the 90s helping out Nicaragua freedom-fighters; picked up a semi-automatic rifle for the first time ever in my pacifist existence and got an (in the words of the Ranger) ‘Olympic level score’; as Top Woman Shooter won me a bottle of champagne; Mr P got top bloke and our joint scores have secured our respective fidelity; wiped the soot of gunpowder off my cheek and stepped into ridiculous shoes for a Huntsman’s (sic) Supper.
Not the worst weekend of my life.
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Now THAT’S my kind of weekend! Way to rock it… see, there’s just no way to explain to someone how fully Zen it is to spend time shooting competitively. You just gotta do it.
sas Replied:
i was SO nervous about picking up a gun. once i got over that there was no massive bang it felt very very zen. and WAY more relaxing and satisfying (for me) than yoga :)
What a weekend! good to do something different..I went to a fortress on an Island here in Holland and shot an air rifle, laser shooting and hammering very long nails into wooden blocks…first time for everything, and yes it felt good, very good!
sas Replied:
that sounds fabulous! i think more ladies should be encouraged to shoot. i can only imagine how therapeutic this would be after a break-up :)