Everyone knows you don't play croquet using a flamingo for a mallet and a hedgehog for a ball, except Alice and the Queen of Hearts. There was only one fake flamingo hanging around the Artica site. Had there been more they would have been put to good use.
There was a second day of activities planned for last Sunday but it was chilly and drizzly and not many people showed up. Those who attended contributed to a pot-luck brunch. I brought a case of White Castles, which was very well received. The afternoon's main activity was a bizarre game of croquet, played on several physical and probably metaphysical levels. There may have been a winner but it did not go down in the record book.
6 comments:
Tough ground to play a bit of croquet.
Yup! That was a challenging croquet pitch, hatdly your typical English lawn :) although there were some very determined expressions there :)
Hey!
Mallet between the legs, please.
I imagine the Oxford Croquet Society might frown on the ground conditions and the clothing!
Just as long as there's no cranky blowhard screaming, "off with their heads!"
This might be the most difficult place for croquet that I can remember seeing.
Out with formal croquet, in for a wild game on challenging terrain. Fun photos!
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