Newsletter - National Field Archery Society
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8<br />
Tea Tent Tales:<br />
Hollow Tree <strong>Field</strong> Archers<br />
YOU’VE forgotten what?’ Lucy raised her eyebrows and<br />
tried to keep her exasperation in check. She had been on<br />
shoots and forgotten to take her lunch. She knew people<br />
who had left their walking boots behind or maybe even their<br />
arm guard. But the bow itself?<br />
How could something so essential to the day be the one<br />
thing he’d forgotten to bring? Some people really are clueless,<br />
Lucy Green sighed. As part of the host club, she was<br />
manning the admin tent for the morning. At least this guy –<br />
she looked at the booking sheet again – Alan Johnson, had<br />
managed to arrive early enough to realise this essential<br />
piece of kit was missing before it was too late to do anything<br />
about it.<br />
‘We can lend you a club bow if you like,’ Lucy told him. ‘I’ll<br />
get my dad to sort you something out.’<br />
‘Cheers love.’ Alan managed to look suitably chastened and<br />
fumbled about in his pockets for the shoot fee. Lucy called<br />
out to her father, who was standing over by the bacon<br />
buttie marquee.<br />
‘You’ll turn into a bacon buttie if you don’t watch it, old<br />
man!’ She knew that comment would have him dashing over in<br />
a flash to give her a bit of verbal. Before he had a chance to<br />
swallow the mouthful of food he was chewing, Lucy held her<br />
hand up and quickly explained Alan’s situation. The two men<br />
exchanged a few words, for some reason finding it highly<br />
amusing that they were both named Alan, and ambled off<br />
together discussing man-things in animated tones.<br />
Lucy soon forgot about them as she started handing out<br />
score cards and taking shoot fees from the other archers<br />
who were gradually arriving in dribs and drabs.<br />
The sky was clear and it looked like it was set to be brilliant<br />
day with good camaraderie, decent catering provided by<br />
the local WI and, despite the chill in the air earlier that<br />
morning, it was really starting to brighten up.<br />
Lucy felt herself brightening up too, with a flash of red in<br />
her cheeks as Callum, another member of her club, walked<br />
into view talking with a group of four or five others. She<br />
could just make out their friendly voices but not the words.<br />
As she watched a huge uproar of laughter came from the<br />
small crowd and almost everyone in the admin area turned to<br />
see what all the fuss was about. Lucy smiled as she realised<br />
Alan Johnson now had a longbow in hand and must have been<br />
the butt of the joke for leaving his own at home.<br />
Lucy had been a member of the club for years but had only<br />
recently started to be noticed by others, for so long she<br />
had only ever been Alan and Janine’s daughter. Now she was<br />
sixteen, pretty and – oh no, he was coming over! Callum didn’t<br />
look happy, however.<br />
‘Where’s your dad?’ he asked gruffly. ‘He’s given that idiot<br />
someone else’s bow.’<br />
‘Is there something wrong?’ Gav Pridham, their club chairman,<br />
strode into the admin tent with two marshalls, John<br />
Banks and Joan Wallace, close behind. Gav was a tall, burly<br />
man with a fiercely dark goatee that made him look severe<br />
by Moira Hodgkinson<br />
though his overall nature was mild and gentle.<br />
‘Alan Johnson, from Cedar View Club, turned up without his<br />
bow. Turns out our Alan went off to get him a club bow. But<br />
look at that!’ As one the gathered crew turned to look at<br />
Alan. They looked back at each other and then back at Alan.<br />
A much larger crowd was starting to gather round the open<br />
space by the marquees and time was getting on. A couple of<br />
late comers, a father and son, hurried over to the desk and<br />
Lucy broke away from the others to take their money and<br />
issue them with score cards.<br />
‘It’s Brian and Adam Blake,’ The man told her gruffly, her<br />
first rude punter of the day. ‘You’ve given me the wrong<br />
cards.’<br />
‘Sorry,’ Lucy muttered, ‘I was just a bit distracted.’ The<br />
conversation behind her was starting to get heated and as<br />
she continued to check off her list of who had booked in and<br />
those yet to arrive, Lucy caught the gist of what was being<br />
said.<br />
Alan Johnson had walked off towards to the lock-up with<br />
her dad, Alan Marshall, to see about the loan of a club bow.<br />
Alan J had been caught short so Alan M said he would dig<br />
out something suitable and that he would leave the club bow<br />
leaning up against Alan J’s car for him. Alan J, returning<br />
from his comfort stop, had seen the bow waiting for him,<br />
marvelled at what high quality and make it was for a club<br />
bow and sauntered off with it quite happily, proudly displaying<br />
to his circle of mates his bow-for-the-day.<br />
Looking at him with that bow now, however, it was obvious<br />
to everyone in the club that Alan J of Cedar View was not<br />
holding a club bow or one that had ever belonged to Alan M<br />
or anyone else associated with Hollow Tree FA. Nor had anyone<br />
seen Alan M since then to check with him what was<br />
going on.<br />
Callum’s voice - like silky dreams to Lucy’s ears - floated<br />
over the crew loud and clear. ‘It’s a really nice bow, but it’s<br />
not one of ours.’ He folded his arms and the gathered men<br />
stood around mumbling for a few more minutes before Gav<br />
decided enough was enough.<br />
‘Come on, let’s get this shoot started. I’ll ask who it belongs<br />
to - there must be somebody wondering where the hell they<br />
left it.’<br />
‘Lucy, I take it nobody’s been asking at the desk?’ Callum<br />
asked. Lucy shook her head.<br />
‘Good morning everyone!’ Gav was like a master of ceremonies,<br />
striding confidently up to the front of the crowd,<br />
standing on a little stool to be seen above the sea of heads,<br />
his voice ringing out clearly as he went through the procedures<br />
for safety and lunch. They were having a shootthrough,<br />
which pleased the WI ladies as it meant they wouldn’t<br />
have a sudden rush of customers all at once. Gav had no<br />
response from his queries about the bow Alan J had picked<br />
up so it was agreed that he would shoot it for the day and<br />
then leave it with Hollow Tree for its owner to pick up.<br />
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