Well that’s all folks...
The Winner’s got to hold the Silverware, albeit only briefly and they are now, safely back under lock and key.
The field of dreams is deserted with only the faint echo of ghostly bowls making their way down the rinks, thinking of what could have been.....”Maybe next year”they whisper.
What a load of old twaddle...here are some more pics of all the finalists and markers, look out for Chris Nuttall smiling, a rare (and quite scary sight indeed).
You are ALL WINNERS.