Jean Malkin tries to avoid the Giant Bell in her endeavour to collect smaller bells from one end of the run and deliver them to the other.

We eventually got it over to the attendant that we were encountering problems with the changing facilities - Unisex - the females looked decidedly worried whilst the smirks on the men's faces spoke volumes.

A torchlight procession for all the teams was planned for the Sunday evening. The assembled throng, judging by the reception given by spectators, must have been a colourful sight, as the Dutch, German, Italian, Swiss, Belgian, French and British teams each bedecked in their team colours, carrying fire brands, marched and sang their way through the streets. Local bands accompanied us but were proven to be superfluous to all requirements as they were inevitably drowned by the teams trying to out-sing each other with their own national songs. `Rule Britannia' was well placed that evening and was later to conquer the field, as the team became more practised and co-ordinated in their `singing'?

A reception followed in the town square, where everyone eventually managed to be introduced using the same methods as previously employed at the swimming baths. There were, even at this stage of the proceedings, underlying jealousies and preferences, each team tended to gravitate to their own favourite team and for us this was undoubtedly the Dutch team. The night continued with wine drinking, dancing and the exchange of presents between the competitors - all this made the evening and indeed the competition most memorable.