NO Flag Day, revisitedIf bank holidays are to be avoided in Newcastle, the day after a bank holiday doubly so. The course was packed with some people finishing, for goodness sake, at about 8-30. When on earth had they set out? The night before? Huttonian avoided them by playing the Championship course (PBUI) and once again, despite the presence of scores (it seemed like) greenkeepers; the proper sort with the Ph.Ds in golfing agriculture, and the trainees with 'O' level bunker raking the flags had not been put up except at the holes very near the club house. Ms Dollar-Penny take an e-mail to the secretary: ' I would have thought that having paid £125 for the privilege of playing this great course and having gone off before 8-30 am to be out before the members only teeing off time the least that I can expect is to find are flags in the holes. I remain yours lost and bewildered Woods (T) American Visitor.'
And the town was heaving. Shops over all over the holiday and empty are still open and packed. The Post Orifice was of course closed yesterday and it took me 25 minutes to get to the counter in time to have the serving hatch closed in my face as Ms U.N. Perforated (reading the lapel badge upside down) goes off for an early bath, breakfast-all-day or early dinner leaving me to try and make a quick sideways dash to the next likely opening to the rage of the queue behind me feeling that I have had my chance and should start again at the back somewhere half way to Dundrum. I abandoned all hope of shopping at the Cookie Jar with its garrulous and stationary clientele.
Roll on Wednesday.
