The joys of golf

We went along to the golf club yesterday, for a change of scene & to see some friends.

It was the day of a competition between the Lady Captain’s team & the Lady Secretary’s team.

We learnt how the game had gone on.

On Morecambe golf course there is a hazard, a dyke. It is through this channel all the excess water both from the golf course & the village of Bare escapes to the sea. We’ve had a lot of rain of late, so the dyke had become very full, indeed overflowing into a small lake.

At the appropriate hole, one lady was holding on to her motorised golf caddy when she accidentally pressed & the caddy took off, straight into the dyke, pulling her along behind. They all ended up in the water. She disappeared up to her shoulders in icy water. Her partner than had the difficult task of getting both the player & the golf caddy out of the water without landing in the water herself. Somehow she managed it. The round of golf was completed.

Back at the clubhouse, the wet lady desperately wanted to get changed. She was wet through, right down to her underwear, but she hadn’t brought any spare clothes with her. After much asking around among members, finally some dry clothes were located, even down to some clean dry underpants, so she was able to sit through the awards ceremony in comfort.

Oh the joys of golf!

I'm reminded how often my dad came back from playing golf, looking as though he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, to announce he'd had a wonderful time.