The Hellifield Open

Today's blip comes to you courtesy of my mum. And didn't she do a great job....? Yes I hear you say! She was chief camera(wo)man whilst I hacked around the course with my nephew and step dad. The latter failed to make the cut so threw in the trolley after 9 holes and turned his hand to a bit of caddying.

Much fun was had by all. I've never come across a golf course which puts so much faith in its public: an honesty box. No reception, no hassle, nice to see. So of course we put in 50p each and off we went, nah only kidding!

Time for a tipple me thinks. I can smell roast beef emanating from the kitchen, don't you just love coming home? There's no place like it!