Having been rudely awoken by my dear mother, demanding that I clamber into the attic in my comatose state and fetch her her hearts desires, I grunted and zombied my way up the ladder.

Having fetched several tents, water carriers, wind break, roll up mats etc., I suddenly spied my dearly beloved golf clubs! Hazzah!

Now we can play golf day or night and I can’t moan about the crappy clubs I can’t play with. I threw most of them out but retained my sw, 9I and putter.

I feel a sub 30 round coming on…