I went to Whitechapel again to train with the London Lynx crowd. As always they were very friendly. A great session which I thoroughly enjoyed. It's very kind of them to put up with me when I only show up about half a dozen times per year.
As we did one of the drills it did make me think that only a couple of years ago I couldn't get enough plays together to contribute very effectively to *any* kind of drill, today I felt quietly pleased that I could produce a reasonably reliable dig and get a soft smash vaguely near enough that the player could actually play it.
Most of this progress is down to a load of patience from the coaches at Wootton Bassett plus a couple of comments from other players that somehow came at the exact time when I was able to take them on board and use them to change the way I play. Mike, the other week, was on at me to "stay low" in back court. For some reason - that week I was receptive and it's transformed the number of balls I can get to in back court. Thanks Mike.
So now I can get to them to mis-hit them. I used to just see them go past me. Ah well - that's some kind of progress.