I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – I’m a regular golfer – I play one nine hole round every year or so, usually when I go to visit my friend Scott. He had a better set of clubs to lend me this time, so I couldn’t use my usual excuse – playing with a bag of bamboo sticks! Despite the better clubs he still thrashed me!
It was so cold, however, that by the seventh hole I couldn’t have cared less. Lunch in the bar was all I was worried about by then.
Looking forward to getting back to the tropical warmth of Panama.
Congratulations (again) Scott.