golf in a mist

John (that's him on the right) and I played golf this morning. Rory couldn't make it.

We call it golf, but with a buggy and nine holes, the purists would probably disagree.
They would for certain if they watched us play.

When we first started playing together earlier this year, John and I that is, not Rory, we said we would only play on fine days. Today was fine in that it was not raining, but it was on the margin and foggy to start.  But we need to get some games in because our course is being sold next March for gravel extraction and housing probably. Doesn't pay as a golf course.

We are both of an age and state of health where that will not bother us too much; well, me anyway.



This is the scenery we love and many will be devasted to lose. Some fog still lingering here.







This was what it was like when we set off earlier this morning.
The great benefit we have is that age and health has slowed us down a bit, so we never hit a ball far enough to lose it. We can always see it!

Much more enjoyable than this


"Now we have found your ball, where do you think you left the buggy?"

or this!