A Good Walk Spoiled?


This weekend The Boy and I were down in leafy Surrey. After a delightful evening with The Weeping Cross (TWC?) we headed over to Wentworth.

The Boy had a couple of guest tickets to the PGA Golf Championships, and was keen to have a look at the course. My initial plan had been to inhabit TWC’s sofa with a good book or three, but Reader I accompanied him. Despite a waterlogged course, and horrid bitey insects I’m glad I did:

  1. I had a nice walk – the course was built in the 1920s and so there are lots of mature trees etc. It was a bit like Bedgebury Pinetum in places.
  2. The people watching – all types, all ages. I especially enjoyed a family of ladies all clad in the same pale, lime green and two Sikh chaps with their pinstriped trousers tucked into their black business socks.
  3. It was lovely seeing The Boy so happy, striding around fulminating about golf course design.

[PS – the Mark Twain quote I’m alluding to in this post title can only be really understood if you know i) he was a golfer ii) he’d just had a bad round when he made the quip!]