Therapeutic Golf

Or, "A dreamy interval from life"

It was my first game for a while, on return from a non-golfing holiday, and it felt good to be drawing out those old sticks, and swishing them through the warm air of yet another fine afternoon. The sun was still high in the sky as I completed the least intensive of warm-ups, balanced a ball on a fine wooden peg, and took a deep breath.

I’d found myself …