Having suffered with the Saints the previous day, and spent a week or more under a blanket of mizzle and drizzle, this Tamar Dowser was looking for a lift. Our visit to Cadsonbury proved to be just the ticket.
The outing started inauspiciously, staring out at the steady rain from the conservatory of the Rifle Volunteer. But lunch was excellent, the company convivial and David assured me, in his usual matter of fact way, that he had asked for some decent weather. So things were looking up.
