Assorted Tablers, F.A.R.T.s and 41ers descended on Beck Hole, near Goathland, on Tuesday 21 July for this, the second annual three-way challenge at the ancient game of Quoits.
This type of quoits isn’t throwing your little rubber ring up to a pathetic little board with picture hooks on it. Oh no. These quoits can remove a leg (or worse) if you get in the way. And grown men have been known to sink without trace having put a foot wrong in t’ mud pit. And, of course, anyone foolish enough to park anywhere near the pitch had a nervous few hours as the band mastered this skilled game and quoits crashed, banged and walloped all around the village.
The multitude also very quickly mastered the walk to the pub, too, returning (eventually) to the pitch carrying several pints of the Birch Hall Inn’s “Beckwatter”. This caused untold grief to the poor sod who was trying to organise the competition but, after the third pint, it didn’t matter. The excellent chaps from the Beck Hole Quoits Club had a good laugh as they pretended enthusiasm at our efforts.
Chairman Richard thanked them warmly in the pub afterwards when pies and sarnies were the order of the day evening. The Quoits Club charge us £5 per head which they then immediately pass on as a charity donation to Yorkshire Air Ambulance (an important service when a smashed ankle is a real possibility – certainly, at least, when Table played).
The eventual winners were the team of the F.A.R.T.s Chairman and Secretary, Messrs Ascough and Whiteley respectively.
As they are both 41 Clubbers, too, we’ll take the positive out of that.
A great evening with great folk at a superb venue.
Chairman Richard shows the stance that brought 41 Club a fine third place. Mike R-B opts for the only safe place in Beck Hole – behind Richard.
The President of 41 Club shows how it is done to the avid crowds
Couldn’t resist including this – a certain person’s (ahem) winning shot from one of the games.
