Arrows

Ben looks at my box with interest.
—‘What’s in the box James?’ he asks. I pull out my frankly gorgeous new arrows, black and blue fletchings, black shafts, paper light. I love these.
—‘Are those new arrows James? They look good.’ Will events says, as we’re pulling from the target face. He’s right. They do look good.

The thing I’ve got to remember with these, I find, is that I need to aim lower. All that work with scatter patterns has gone to pot, and now I need to readjust, to realign. It’ll take a bit of time, I think.

One other thing I notice is that my grouping is much better than it was. I start to think, in some delusion, that maybe within a few weeks I can smash my record. Maybe I’ll do alright at the Varsity this year…

There are clouds gathering, however, and as I deposit my arrows into one of the gun cabinets for safe keeping, I instinctively know that this year’s duel with Aberystwyth is never going to happen.