Oh you hardy souls. Here across the pond, our winter golf is played in carts (buggies) with covers and heaters in the cup holders. Jump out and hit your shot, and scurry back into the warmth. It's really the only time our courses play firm and fast -- nothing as amusing as bouncing a ball across a frozen pond onto the green. Looking forward to actually starting to hit balls again instead of re-living golfing dreams on the computer...
Ah Woking! Where I grew up as a junior. Where my journey into golf began.
I have a deep love for the place as one might for a dear great grandfather.
I envy your game there Richard. I no longer have friends at the club that I’m aware of and do not feel welcome. Regardless, however, I’ve introduced it to people close to me and we have walked its footpaths with the dogs. It’s not the relationship I would like with my spiritual home but the Woking of the 1970s will stay in my heart.
Oh you hardy souls. Here across the pond, our winter golf is played in carts (buggies) with covers and heaters in the cup holders. Jump out and hit your shot, and scurry back into the warmth. It's really the only time our courses play firm and fast -- nothing as amusing as bouncing a ball across a frozen pond onto the green. Looking forward to actually starting to hit balls again instead of re-living golfing dreams on the computer...
Ah Woking! Where I grew up as a junior. Where my journey into golf began.
I have a deep love for the place as one might for a dear great grandfather.
I envy your game there Richard. I no longer have friends at the club that I’m aware of and do not feel welcome. Regardless, however, I’ve introduced it to people close to me and we have walked its footpaths with the dogs. It’s not the relationship I would like with my spiritual home but the Woking of the 1970s will stay in my heart.
Glad you got back to two of your favorites🙏
Wonderful place
Must go back again!
I like the course record