fourteenth consecutive touch rugby season. And what a season it was.
The final match this week turned out to be a winner-takes-all encounter against the reigning Chesham Premiership champions - all fit and fast twenty-something young men who had beaten us 9-8 earlier in the season and who had taken the league by storm.
And so to Dave's Dad's Dog's Dead, a squad regularly featuring (as well as our own fit young twenty-somethings) four over-50s, a couple of over 40s and a couple of females, who somehow, after some impossibly tight matches all season (never settled by more than three scores), found ourselves with the chance to take the title with victory in our last game.
By half time things weren't looking great - the opposition's 100mph style finding regular gaps in our defence to lead 6-2 at the break.
But then the comeback - slowly but surely the defence tightened, skipper Tommy started to weave his magic and, with everyone working their socks off we eased back into the game and - at 8-8 - it could have gone either way.
Sadly I have to report that DDDD ultimately came up short, going down 9-8 once again, but there was a huge amount of pride and satisfaction taken from our efforts. The fact that this bunch of players can even compete against teams of far younger and fitter players is testament to the hard work and competitive nature of the group. It's a team the core of which has been playing together for 10 years, and I'd say that this season has probably been the most enjoyable so far, given the way we have responded to and dealt with the improving standards of the opposition across the board.
This time last year I was doubting whether I was capable of continuing to play in the more competitive league (with the slower-paced social league beckoning) - but I am so pleased to have stuck with it. Yes it was tough physically, but hugely enjoyable and satisfying - and the end of the 'season' again leaves me feeling somewhat bereft.