I remember many a happy night at Lyenham Bowl. Mrs Deepest Norfolk was one of the lane controllers.
Many a happy play fight between Jamie, our German Shepherd Dog, and "Baldrick" who would call him a mincing git and then push him around a lot until "Jimbo" would grab his arm and a rolling maul would ensue while both of them acted the dog's age (about 18 months at that point). Baldrick would end up black and blue and the dog would end up with a smug look. Our black labrador, Ben, would scrounge drinks from people and neither of the dogs would touch the non alcaholic stuff.
It was a great place with great people and a wonderful time was enjoyed by many. Mind you, LYE was a great place then and the best posting and one of the best jobs I had in the RAF. Loved it, sad to see the decline.
DN