Archery again; Cookie recipe

I wrote in last Saturday’s dispatch that we’d gone to a beginners’ archery session at a sports club in Retreat. We went again today. This time we didn’t have to suffer through the boring lectures but were able to get straight into shooting (at 18m instead of 12m). Last time the old Frenchman in charge of the equipment gave me an insulting 18-pound bow, but this time I asked for a heavier one, just because I could, really. They only had a 22-pounder in my length, so I took it.

We did two solid hours of shooting. I started out counting the rounds but lost count half an hour in. We each probably shot 300 arrows. The old guy came out and helped coach us. I’d like to report that I did well, but actually I did quite badly today. Probably stupid to be embarrassed, it’s only my second time shooting in ten or fifteen years, but… still. My highest score was 25 out of a possible 30 (last week it was 27). I think the old man gave me up as a lost cause. It was even windier than last week, which was incredibly frustrating, but I can’t use that as an excuse - the fact was that I just wasn’t in the groove. So it goes. I’m half consoled by the fact that it will be years again until I hold a bow, and I will suck then far worse than I did today.

We’d decided to go on to Muizenberg again from Retreat, since we were already halfway there and reckoned that it was our last chance to spend some time there, and that we should probably get out of Joan’s hair. We got off the train and went directly to the guesthouse since we were carrying a lot of junk, including a 10-kilo dictionary we’d got as a gift for Joan earlier in the day (long story - we wanted to get her something to show our appreciation for hosting us for so long and just being a great person generally, but she’s agressively against collecting things at this point in her life. The only two things she’s ever mentioned as having wanted in our hearing are a Zimbabwean billion-dollar bill and a copy of the Chambers dictionary. It was far too late for the Zim money, so the book it was - but damn, it was heavy). We stayed at the same place as last time, a run-down but cheerful and friendly place near the train station. Dion, the manager gave us home-made cookies last time, which may have influenced our decision a bit. This time he gave us a whole bag of them for our flight, and gave us the recipe besides. He’s a fun, quick-witted man with awful taste in puns, - I recommend staying at the Amberley Travellers’ Lodge if you’re ever there. I reproduce below, verbatim, his cookie recipe for posterity:


Muizenberg Cookies

A.
2 cups oats
1 cup sugar
1 cup coconut
1 teaspoon Bicarbonate of Soda or Baking Soda
Mix
Add 1 cup flour (cake)

B.
Melt:
125gm (1/4 pound) butter
2 tablespoons golden syrup
2 tablespoons water

Add B to A. Wash pot with 1 tablespoon boiling water. Add to B in A. Mix. Make Dough. Push into tray.
Bake in baking tray (30×45cm or 12×18in) for 20 minutes at 325°F (165°C).
Cut into squares while hot. Cool and eat.

Flourish

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