“A man's friendships are one of the best measures of his worth” Charles Darwin So ingrained are the early starts, borne of a blissful spell as a greenkeeper now two decades away, that to leave before the clock strikes six is nothing out of the ordinary. The roads are empty, and as I edge closer to Rye, my route straddling some notional border between Sussex and Kent, I cannot wait for the darkness to lift; for my field of vision to once again rest on the gently waving marram grass, and the delicious fairways it frames.
Aberdeen and the North East is covered in a blanket of snow and will likely be that way for a few days yet but your writing is always a welcome when the weather is not up to scratch! I must get to Rye this year to play and see the history along with the lovely society motto.
Looking out the window of my den and seeing not a golf course but a blanket of white, with the temperature at a record low of -14 (F), reading about the Elysium fields of Rye probably helps warm the soul. . . but man it's cold here and golf is only part of one's imagination. Thanks for the diversion!
There is nowhere quite like Rye
Aberdeen and the North East is covered in a blanket of snow and will likely be that way for a few days yet but your writing is always a welcome when the weather is not up to scratch! I must get to Rye this year to play and see the history along with the lovely society motto.
Marvelous 🙏 BD would be proud.
Looking out the window of my den and seeing not a golf course but a blanket of white, with the temperature at a record low of -14 (F), reading about the Elysium fields of Rye probably helps warm the soul. . . but man it's cold here and golf is only part of one's imagination. Thanks for the diversion!
Another wonderfully evocative piece of writing.