While the Miracle workers were heading to Masterton by train, a flurry of weedeating was taking place. The front olives looked gorgeous. Peter and Fred from Weathermaster had put the final touches on the awning, in case it was hot - and it was hot. Cold drinks all round when everyone arrived and savoured the h'ors d'oevres. David barbequed Greytown filet of beef, lamb chops and lamb, lemon and oregano sausages (!) while we lathered ourselves with suncream and William, Richard, Ian and Brendan set up the tables under the awning.


The crackers had great gadgets - the metre long tape measure was a hit and Brendan had us relating our height to our arm span and Richard let us know that you can predict speed runners by the relative length of ring finger and forefinger. There were apparently a few slow runners amongst us.

