After a brief session on the tennis court (6-1, 6-1, 6-3, since you ask) it was Ho for the Fontwell stables with Geoff as fellow bag holder/fork wielder. After filling sixteen or so old fertilizer bags with sweet smelling dung, we returned home and transported them to the bottom of the garden. Then I brushed out the back of the car, taking care to soil the bright red vehicle in our parking space. Much fun all round.