Monday morning, up with the lark

These two were up early to catch a good tee time!

My dad was a grand golfer. Next to mum, although sometimes I think she would dispute, it was his passion.

Sometimes he would allow me to caddy for him. For the pleasure, if I didn't pay him - a penny a hole was his going rate, I had to take him to Togs for a coffee afterwards! It was an honour, he used to tell me, to watch such a golfer at play! I just enjoyed his company!

He was a member of a good club in Town, but not THE club. He couldn't join THE club because he was a blue collar worker. You had to be a professional to be invited.

Sometimes a friend would invite him there for a round and he always played them off the course! Being a professional doesn't make you a good golfer: in some places it just allows you to be further up your own arse!

When we went for a coffee he was always hysterical! He enjoyed people watching as much as me - and as a reflection of his status in town as a bit of a catch, there would always be a table with (what I thought then as) middle aged women nodding over and grinning like idiots if he smiled back!

When I was at college, my letters from home were treasured! No mobile phones in those days! Mum always kept me up to date with the happenings in the town and the family, dad, well he'd say 'hello, hope you are well, now for the important news...' and launch in to a blow by blow account of his latest round of golf!

My boy says, when he makes his name, either as a writer or a sportsman, he is going to
Come home and take up golf, and when THE club offer him membership, he's going to decline, for the grandad who he never met, but shaped him, thru me.



I did change the photo... I had edited it on my Iphone and in small although it looked nice, I didn't like it once I made it bigger. Here is another photo of the same chaps heading into the golf course. This is a different golfcourse.