Sunday - the morning after

After the party we went to the disco back at the airfield then went to bed at a variety of times in the late night or early morning. Sunday morning promised rain and I was up early to start packing. Then Robbie, with the benefit of a little sleep, looked at the scores and twigged that others had claimed a turnpoint he knew to have been off track - and that this could put him in the running for a bronze. At 6:30 pm I filed a complaint which resulted in all the scores, including the official scores, being changed. Sadly, our gain was the Hungarians' loss, but when the scores became official Robbie had his bronze.