Musings from the Merse
Saturday, November 05, 2005
As we watch gurgling water, at almost white water rafting standard, rush down our lane it is easy to understand the national obsession with weather. Newcastle is the golfing 'Mecca' for norn iron if not the known world. We have always enjoyed the trick of bringing the dry Merse climate with us on our regular trips here and Huttonian's primary objective of as much golf as is compatible with avoiding too much of the wife's ire has always been fulfilled. But not this time; late October early November seem to defy our usual expectations and although I have had some golf my regular outing with my usual partner has now been thwarted on four successive days.
I really feel for the out of town pilgrims heading towards the life goal reward for thirty years of blameless hacking in Hicksville Tennessee-the round at the Royal Co Down (PBUI) -perhaps the highpoint of a five day golfing tour of Ireland-Tuesday it must be Newcastle and oh boy it must be raining. If you have saved up 4000 Readers Digest tokens for your European Trip, booked the Daughters of the Revolution Hall for a Keynote address(Power Point presentation) on 'Golfing in the Emerald Isle' for your return and then sit a whole day in your tour bus parked in car park praying for the rain to almost stop and for the red faced man in the luminous green jacket to remove the sign' Course Closed' then you know what mental anguish really is and how important are such other matters like the war in Iraq. And you have totally lost your fear of Global Warming-an obvious chimera-so that is something I suppose.
I once met a bedraggled, soaked and almost tearful American golfer at the 18th Tee on the Royal County Down (PBUI) He was not a happy man. His round was the first prize at a competition in Ohio. Concorde return to London, 5 star accommodations at the Slieve Donard Hotel and ONE ROUND on the RCD. A gale was blowing and he had lost all his balls. Being a single player he had no 'standing' on the course and had to let evertone else passed him. I lent him a ball which he lost with his second shot and I bought him a consolation drink in the bar. He cried into it bemoaning his failure to accept the second prize: a ten dollar token at Macy's.
I really feel for the out of town pilgrims heading towards the life goal reward for thirty years of blameless hacking in Hicksville Tennessee-the round at the Royal Co Down (PBUI) -perhaps the highpoint of a five day golfing tour of Ireland-Tuesday it must be Newcastle and oh boy it must be raining. If you have saved up 4000 Readers Digest tokens for your European Trip, booked the Daughters of the Revolution Hall for a Keynote address(Power Point presentation) on 'Golfing in the Emerald Isle' for your return and then sit a whole day in your tour bus parked in car park praying for the rain to almost stop and for the red faced man in the luminous green jacket to remove the sign' Course Closed' then you know what mental anguish really is and how important are such other matters like the war in Iraq. And you have totally lost your fear of Global Warming-an obvious chimera-so that is something I suppose.
I once met a bedraggled, soaked and almost tearful American golfer at the 18th Tee on the Royal County Down (PBUI) He was not a happy man. His round was the first prize at a competition in Ohio. Concorde return to London, 5 star accommodations at the Slieve Donard Hotel and ONE ROUND on the RCD. A gale was blowing and he had lost all his balls. Being a single player he had no 'standing' on the course and had to let evertone else passed him. I lent him a ball which he lost with his second shot and I bought him a consolation drink in the bar. He cried into it bemoaning his failure to accept the second prize: a ten dollar token at Macy's.
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Tee shirts for dogs-never thought of that. I am not quite sure what size the Alsatian would take but I'll make (cautious) enquiries
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