Once upon a time, I lived in the home of golf, and for all four years I lived there I didn’t play it once.
But today I made a first foray into the game, with a little bit of Pitch and Putt in Keswick.
Two things were discovered:
1. Golf is not my game. I scored 54 on 8 holes. I don’t know much about golf, but I know that is not good.
2. Golf is not an unappealing past time. A little walking, lots of sunshine, chatting with friends, and occasionally trying to hit a ball with a stick. All quite delightful.
In summary: lovely.