At ten to three (actually ten minutes earlier than the predicted 'possible rain') the heavens opened and it POURED! Everybody made a dash for their cars. I grabbed the basket of tea things and headed to the Pavilion and got thoroughly drenched in the process. I was going to come back to round everybody up for tea in the Pavilion, but by the time I got back to the car park drowned rat didn't even come close to describing what I looked like! So we just decided to call it a day and go home. Oh well, they say Petanque is a metaphor for life anything can happen! And it did. So no one got the eggs, we will play for them another time!