On Obsessive Archery Type Behaviour, Part One.

So the beautiful man and I have been doing archery with Puck as you know. And we like it so much we've finally bought our own bows, arrows, quivers, target and all the other gubbins you need to shoot.

Interestingly, it takes two and a half hours to fit a beginner with their own bow because they're tailored to your height, the poundage you can pull, the length of the arrow, the width of the arrow - so much detail, it's amazing.

So anyway. Now we're real archers (officially, although we have much to learn) and here are the pictures to prove it.

My latest war wound which resulted from the bow string hitting my arm:




My custom made arrows which are length, width and weight fitted for me, (and obviously with pink and white fletches, Darling):




My Bow and the new target:




The beautiful man and his new bow:



Oh, and you might be relieved to know, I've now got an armguard, so no more bruises.

Interesting fact: The reason I hit my arm with the string is because women often hyper-extend their elbow. The reason this happens is simple Physiology: a man stands with his arms down and because his hips are narrow, his arms hang straight. But a woman's hips are wider so her arms hang slightly outward, hence the hyper-extension, hence the bruises.

There, see? You tell me you don't learn anything here...