Our archers

As a young lad, I was a member of an archery club. This was the swinging ’60s, students walked around with Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club band or Disraeli Gears LPs wedged underneath an arm to show how hip they were. After school paisley shirts and flared jeans were endemic. I had an orange Les Dunsdon fibreglass bow. Of this, I was very proud along with my hornet tubular metal arrows. I could wax lyrical about those balmy summer evenings but I will spare you that. Sadly the distractions of being a teenager curtailed my membership only to be rekindled by a surprise back to archery birthday present at the marvellous Netherhall Archers some fifty-eight years later. Now here’s the thing, until the first shot at the first session, I had no idea how much I would enjoy archery again. Please note the tomfoolery exhibited in the photo in no way reflects the ethos of the club. 🙂