There's no getting away from the fact that golf is one of the loneliest sports in the world. From the moment you tee off, through the journey down the fairway, to the final intense moments of alternating sturm und drang on the putting green, you are continually reminded of how alone you really are. Even … Continue reading Confessions of an Ageing Golf Player: the loneliness of the long distance putter
I heard early on that if you find you keep whacking the ball into the trees off the fairway on your first shot, all you need to do is just adjust your stance by a few microns and it will have the effect of bringing your shot in on target. It's not a big shift … Continue reading Confessions of an Ageing Golf Player: how a micron makes a mile of difference.
They say that golf is a good walk spoiled but at the tender age of 14, the proposition that your time would be spent walking, let alone hitting balls with sticks, when you could be loitering around the drive way of the GND (Girl Next Door) was absurd. One June Saturday my grandfather insisted that … Continue reading Confessions of an Ageing Golf Player: how to pray for weathers.
I've never really played golf properly. My earliest memory of my unsatisfactory relationship with the game is the first occasion when my grandfather took me up to the local common for the first time with his bag of six sticks, box of six golf balls and his pet mongrel Bonzo and tried giving me some kind … Continue reading Confessions of an Ageing Golf Player: I know nothing.