Ah yes, Deemon, but what you forget is that at Shotton it was just windy, at the Ironman it was so cold that any exposed flesh (minimal though this was) was too numb to feel the 'breeze'! Only the 45 degree body angles, and Trevors amazing sideways-travelling footed arrows which snapped on impact gave away the fact that we were stood in a draught!
Ah I love the sound of Longbows Crying in the Morning!
