It’s quite the achievement: popping notes under car wiper blades, not knowing what to expect. Forming an interested group of a handy dozen or so people, not knowing what to expect. Sending out a single page circular, later requiring staples and being called The LION, and not knowing what to expect.

It might not have been expected that this club would turn 40 years old, never mind that its original club members would note the occasion or that the humble newsletter, faithfully produced by numerous members over the years with only a January break, would record the history and people of our club over this time.

On this day, starting with our convoy drive from Fremantle to the North Perth Bowling Club, nobody got lost, nobody got stroppy and nobody went hungry. A few of us learned how to play lawn bowls. The metallic pink karaoke microphone forgot how camp it was for half an hour as it was passed from one titular head to another.

In short, our club, our members, and our special guests had a fantastic day. For these photos, a special thanks must go to Mark, Louise and Samantha for keeping on top of it all.