I seem to remember playing golf at Penarth one Sunday and drinking a pint of beer on the next tee after winning a hole. We had some difficulty getting down to breakfast one year, because someone had thought it right to remove the iron railings from the sea front, and in the quiet of the night had dragged a long length of them up the stairs and along the corridors of the hotel in which we stayed, a highly complicated manoeuvre and very difficult to unravel, and the perpetrators were never discovered.
Yet the discipline maintained by Emile de Lisa and Haigh-Smith and Hughie was marvellous to behold - Penarth, Swansea, Cardiff and Newport were reasonably tough opponents to deal with in five days, and an ability to move at a fast speed was a useful asset, both on and off the field. An invitation to join the Baa-Baas on their Easter tour was seldom ever refused. I personally still wear a some what crocked nose as a mark of the glory and the fun of it all.