From memory, my Saturday morning golf lessons petered out in about 1989, or thereabouts. So the sound “Ganton” must have first landed on my eardrums at least thirty-five years ago. And although even our strongest intentions drift in and out of consciousness, I think I can claim that I’ve been meaning to go for that long.
With a stomach stuffed with dates and a head full of sunny thoughts, I just happen to be in Tunisia. But your well-chosen words instantly transported me to a place I'd never been before without the stress of Gatwick or guilt of warming the planet. Perhaps I should take my next golf break at home simply reading your book. Thanks.
With a stomach stuffed with dates and a head full of sunny thoughts, I just happen to be in Tunisia. But your well-chosen words instantly transported me to a place I'd never been before without the stress of Gatwick or guilt of warming the planet. Perhaps I should take my next golf break at home simply reading your book. Thanks.
So close & yet so far. Sounds like a double winner, memories of your teacher & likely one of his favorite places. 👏
I really must make that pilgrimage
Beautiful writing as ever
This is one of golf’s great places. I first came across the “fact” that you can only ever win one up.
Anything else is rather brash.
Another course that has been on my wish list for quite some time.
I need to get back there and soon. One of your best Richard methinks.
Thx Richard. A taste of what’s to come. Heading there in late May!