Sparrow's Den Pitch and Putt

I took the little man out over the fields near my mum's house where I lived from 1968 till 1982, to kick a ball around. We have some small pop-up goals in the car; ever ready. 
My dad used to bring me here regularly to do the same and also to play the pitch and putt. It's only a short walk through the woods from the house.
He said that when I could get round the 9 holes in 27 or under he'd take me on a real golf course  I managed it when I was probably 12 years old.
I spent many lovely hours with him on various courses far and wide (as the golf shots often were). 
How lovely it would be to live some of those hours again.
I wonder if my little man will have similar thoughts in forty years time. I hope so.