Autumn Golf

Just a fantastic morning to be out on the golf course. My game was crap though! When I joined the club in nineteen-oatcake pretty much the only trees here were birch or pine but since then a variety of well-meaning or sadistic committees have planted every kind of tree that can possibly grow in Scotland - and enough of them have survived that we have mini-forests everywhere. I think I preferred the deforested look although I've become a dab hand at hitting over the bleeding things.