Bike Polo! Meeting with another project and helping them with something a bit different was a great adventure. This was made even more interesting for me as both my mother and sister had been to this school. It was my first visit and I couldn’t help but think of what they did at the school and what it would have looked like in their days. Anyway, nostalgia aside, the girls were equally frustrated, exhilarated, scared and competitive. There were some very good players (not that I know much, but our polo master James had good things to say about their skills) and some great matches. No pictures, sorry.