Golf at Heythrop Park – Enstone, Oxfordshire, England.
Driving through the beautiful mid-summer countryside of England, I was struck by the similarity to details gleaned from years of reading Dick Francis, P. G. Wodehouse, James Herriot and of course innumerable movies and so on.
From the depths of “Horse Country” – Cheltenham town and a number of quaint little market towns like Stow-on-the-wold, Chipping Norton, Bourton-on-the-water and the like, we drove through the lovely “A” Roads, completely deserted except for the occasional Land Rover, complete with attached horse-box, to get to Heythrop Park, an Historic Country Manor located in Enstone, Oxfordshire.
Heythrop is a magnificent pile, commissioned by the then Earl of Shrewsbury, Charles Talbot in the early eighteenth century and built lovingly by architect Thomas Archer, incorporating all the beautiful Roman influences much loved by Charles Talbot. Owing to certain financial setbacks the estate was leased (according to the fact sheet) to the Duke of Beaufort, who apparently used, for light recreation, to bring his thoroughbred hunters and pedigreed hounds from Badminton in not-so-far-away Gloucestershire, to chivvy the red and bushy tailed British fox in what is today Heythrop Hunt country.
The Manor House hove into view at the end of a 3 or 4 km long wooded driveway, where we saw a few rabbits and hares darting across the road and stopping suddenly, mesmerized by our powerful headlights. The facilities which are today run by a commercial venture and primarily used for large weddings, conferences and so on, include amongst other things, a nice 9 hole golf course located within the rolling, undulating parkland, dotted with fine English Yew and Oak trees, with occasional views of the surrounding hills, woods and pretty stone crofters cottages and stables.
Replete with and fortified suitably by a rather hearty full English breakfast – scads of scrambled eggs, toast, butter, cheese, legions of sausages and nice crisp bacon washed down with approximately a gallon or two of coffee, I decided to try and get a round of golf before wending our way towards the afternoon horse races at Windsor, our next stop. (My old pal Tarun and I had rather over indulged ourselves on the fine malts the previous night, having been rather overcome by the experience of fine living and playing at being Lord of the Manor!).
The first fairway rolls out from the main front gate of the Manor House while the Golf Club and Pro Shop are located in one of the Wings of the main building. I waddled (quite literally) off to the clubhouse, collected a half set of assorted irons, woods and a middling putter and wandered off to the first tee in search of a playing partner or two. I chanced upon two friendly members, Alan Betts and his son Ben, both of whom were just warming up. They welcomed me to join them and we set off in a companionable manner along the wide first fairway. On my third shot (since I had tangled myself up unwittingly in some shrubbery), I pulled out my 7 Iron to roll the little white sphere back onto the fairway – only to find, to my chagrin, that the 7 Iron in my half set, was a child’s golf club! (Serves me right for not checking the bag first and anyway trying to play golf nursing a sore head!).
Meandering along the undulating fairways, I was (in between shots) enjoying the hilly scenery around me – breathing in the clean country air and simply revelling in the atmosphere (taking time out as it were, to smell the flowers.) The UK in Summertime was so powerfully evocative of dear old Ooty and the surrounding Nilgiri Hills, where I grew up, right down to the assorted flora and even in some cases fauna, not to mention the surrounding grassland, which is ablaze with summer flowers, that I felt completely at home!
Well, at the end of the round, walking along the path back to the Clubhouse from the 9th green, I found to the surprise of Alan and Ben, that I had racked up a reasonable score that morning, shooting 39, at 3 over par for nine holes. (It must be true that Dame Fortune favours the brave in collusion with the God Dionysus, because to be completely honest, I simply hauled off and let fly at every tee with whatever suitable club came to hand except, of course, that fore-shortened number 7!).
Heythrop is quite centrally located in that it serves as the Gateway to the Cotswold Hills and within very comfortable driving access to places of interest like Stratford-Upon-Avon (William Shakespeare’s birthplace), Henley-on- Thames (where the great annual Oxford and Cambridge Regatta is held), Blenheim Palace (the birthplace of Sir Winston Churchill), the historic medieval town of Warwick, the University Town of Oxford (the city of dreaming spires), Silverstone Racetrack (for Motor sport enthusiasts) and again, not very far away, is the Town of Windsor famous for the Castle and its historic racecourse (for those aficionados preferring the Sport of Kings - horse racing, to noisy and smelly cars!).
My suggestion is that it is well worth trying out if you intend a holiday or even a weekend, in that part of the world. You are more than likely to find some rather excellent and surprisingly inexpensive deals going, via the Internet – and I can personally vouch for the fact that the sheer beauty of the Main Building, the scenery around, the bar’s selection of wines and spirits, the breakfast, AND the Golf, will make it worth your while!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
The Kundale Golf Club
Golfing in Munnar – The Kundale Golf Club.
Probably the last preserve or bastion of the British Raj in India, an absolute jewel of a place located a matter of 9 hours easy drive from Bangalore, the lovely scenery of Munnar district certainly qualifies it to be considered as a fore-runner for the title of the “Sanctum Sanctorum” of God’s Own Country!
A sense of déjà vu for me, since as a child, I was privileged to grow up amongst these lush tea plantations spread all around like a lovely green carpet, nestling amongst mist wrapped hills with a constant drizzly rain falling down and seemingly impermeable tropical rain forest everywhere with the superbly refreshing fragrance of tea wafting up from the numerous tea factories…I could go on and on.
We were visiting some friends, a tea planter and his family and understandably, I was more than happy to join him in a round of golf while there, at the Planter’s Private Preserve - The Kundale Club! The club is located a little off the beaten track and quite close to the highest point in Munnar, aptly named Top Station. On the drive there, one passes the lovely Madupatty dam and reservoir which once, (not so long ago), used to be quiet and pristine, but whose placid waters are now torn asunder with the wakes of high speed boats, not to mention the roar of their high revving engines.
Luckily, the Kundale Club cannot be accessed by the general public and one can only go there along with a member at his express invitation – so while I may not quite agree to being a complete elitist, I most certainly am rather pleased that at least this lovely place is still free from the evil depredations of the cohorts of uncaring, noisy, litter-bug tourist types whose ubiquitous and raucous presence almost everywhere else worth visiting, is a guaranteed irritant to normal civilized human beings.
The Golf course is beautiful– a nice nine hole course carved from the contours of a natural valley, bounded all around by hills with some steep climbs, where one plays the front nine beginning off the first tee, above and behind the clubhouse. As with most of the golf courses of this type, one needs definitely to be reasonably fit in order to labour up the bridle paths to each tee box and then muster sufficient energy to clobber the ball with reasonable force and of course, reasonable accuracy as well!
There are no serious water hazards and sand traps as one may encounter on the new fangled manicured golf courses of the cities, but playing on such a course is an absolutely charming experience in itself and well worth it, I may add.
Don’t be lulled by the sheer beauty of the place into a false sense of security though, because there are other, somewhat wicked hazards – notably the ditches that run criss cross around the fairways, a couple of streams bridged by rickety old timbers and last but not least, a proliferation of God’s rather unpleasant creatures, namely leeches of different shapes and sizes, including a vicious sub species - the dreaded tiger leeches (as if the normal ones weren’t enough for the unsuspecting golfer to contend with!
You can see these little monsters in the monsoon rearing their blood sucking heads up as you pass, almost sniffing the air like trained bloodhounds. They lurk in large gangs in the wet grass and on the tee boxes. They are silent and deadly because if they attach themselves to one, (even through one’s thick golf socks and by finding gaps in one’s shoes), one will never realize till one comes back to the clubhouse and sees them sticking to one’s person, feasting as it were!
The most effective antidotes to these so to say are common salt and of course tobacco – so here is one of the few times where being a smoker has its advantages (at least in the defence of one’s person against the full fledged offensive mounted by legions of leeches)
There are some interesting local rules - while playing the front nine, one can shoot to the road which passes through the fairway and still be within one’s rights, but while playing the back nine round (off different tees) of course, the self same road is completely out of bounds! Can be tough-ish for the first timer I assure you!
On the brighter side, the course is bounded all around by lush shola or forest to the uninitiated, where during one’s leisurely afternoon round, one can quite comfortably bump into a bison, quite possibly a pack of wild dogs and if one is really lucky, catch a glimpse of that beautiful big cat, the panther.
The Kundale Golf Course is one of the lovely natural golf courses of India – built by the British Tea Planters in their sporting tradition. It is today an inheritance, which we simply must preserve as part of our heritage.
The lovely old clubhouse is a typical bungalow style building, with sloping tiled roofs to enable the constant rain to run off and its long verandah dotted with easy chairs offering a pristine view of the golf course.
There is a quaint little bar inside (well stocked, I may add), where one simply helps one’s self and writes down in a register what one has imbibed (albeit in large quantities) – a truly gentlemanly and decent system, which is entirely dependent on one’s innate sense of honesty and personal honour. I shudder to think of the consequences that may arise if such a system were transplanted into some of our new fangled clubs though!
Well worth mentioning here is the fact that despite the advance of modernity everywhere else, this club is still not on the telephone and is staffed solely by an elderly and soft spoken major domo, who is quite possibly the last remnant of a dying breed of club staff.
In conclusion, I would suggest that you pull out that old diary of yours, search most diligently in it till you locate some old acquaintance or friend who has some kind of live connection with Munnar and see this jewel of a place for yourself. I will wager a substantial sum that you will not be disappointed!
Probably the last preserve or bastion of the British Raj in India, an absolute jewel of a place located a matter of 9 hours easy drive from Bangalore, the lovely scenery of Munnar district certainly qualifies it to be considered as a fore-runner for the title of the “Sanctum Sanctorum” of God’s Own Country!
A sense of déjà vu for me, since as a child, I was privileged to grow up amongst these lush tea plantations spread all around like a lovely green carpet, nestling amongst mist wrapped hills with a constant drizzly rain falling down and seemingly impermeable tropical rain forest everywhere with the superbly refreshing fragrance of tea wafting up from the numerous tea factories…I could go on and on.
We were visiting some friends, a tea planter and his family and understandably, I was more than happy to join him in a round of golf while there, at the Planter’s Private Preserve - The Kundale Club! The club is located a little off the beaten track and quite close to the highest point in Munnar, aptly named Top Station. On the drive there, one passes the lovely Madupatty dam and reservoir which once, (not so long ago), used to be quiet and pristine, but whose placid waters are now torn asunder with the wakes of high speed boats, not to mention the roar of their high revving engines.
Luckily, the Kundale Club cannot be accessed by the general public and one can only go there along with a member at his express invitation – so while I may not quite agree to being a complete elitist, I most certainly am rather pleased that at least this lovely place is still free from the evil depredations of the cohorts of uncaring, noisy, litter-bug tourist types whose ubiquitous and raucous presence almost everywhere else worth visiting, is a guaranteed irritant to normal civilized human beings.
The Golf course is beautiful– a nice nine hole course carved from the contours of a natural valley, bounded all around by hills with some steep climbs, where one plays the front nine beginning off the first tee, above and behind the clubhouse. As with most of the golf courses of this type, one needs definitely to be reasonably fit in order to labour up the bridle paths to each tee box and then muster sufficient energy to clobber the ball with reasonable force and of course, reasonable accuracy as well!
There are no serious water hazards and sand traps as one may encounter on the new fangled manicured golf courses of the cities, but playing on such a course is an absolutely charming experience in itself and well worth it, I may add.
Don’t be lulled by the sheer beauty of the place into a false sense of security though, because there are other, somewhat wicked hazards – notably the ditches that run criss cross around the fairways, a couple of streams bridged by rickety old timbers and last but not least, a proliferation of God’s rather unpleasant creatures, namely leeches of different shapes and sizes, including a vicious sub species - the dreaded tiger leeches (as if the normal ones weren’t enough for the unsuspecting golfer to contend with!
You can see these little monsters in the monsoon rearing their blood sucking heads up as you pass, almost sniffing the air like trained bloodhounds. They lurk in large gangs in the wet grass and on the tee boxes. They are silent and deadly because if they attach themselves to one, (even through one’s thick golf socks and by finding gaps in one’s shoes), one will never realize till one comes back to the clubhouse and sees them sticking to one’s person, feasting as it were!
The most effective antidotes to these so to say are common salt and of course tobacco – so here is one of the few times where being a smoker has its advantages (at least in the defence of one’s person against the full fledged offensive mounted by legions of leeches)
There are some interesting local rules - while playing the front nine, one can shoot to the road which passes through the fairway and still be within one’s rights, but while playing the back nine round (off different tees) of course, the self same road is completely out of bounds! Can be tough-ish for the first timer I assure you!
On the brighter side, the course is bounded all around by lush shola or forest to the uninitiated, where during one’s leisurely afternoon round, one can quite comfortably bump into a bison, quite possibly a pack of wild dogs and if one is really lucky, catch a glimpse of that beautiful big cat, the panther.
The Kundale Golf Course is one of the lovely natural golf courses of India – built by the British Tea Planters in their sporting tradition. It is today an inheritance, which we simply must preserve as part of our heritage.
The lovely old clubhouse is a typical bungalow style building, with sloping tiled roofs to enable the constant rain to run off and its long verandah dotted with easy chairs offering a pristine view of the golf course.
There is a quaint little bar inside (well stocked, I may add), where one simply helps one’s self and writes down in a register what one has imbibed (albeit in large quantities) – a truly gentlemanly and decent system, which is entirely dependent on one’s innate sense of honesty and personal honour. I shudder to think of the consequences that may arise if such a system were transplanted into some of our new fangled clubs though!
Well worth mentioning here is the fact that despite the advance of modernity everywhere else, this club is still not on the telephone and is staffed solely by an elderly and soft spoken major domo, who is quite possibly the last remnant of a dying breed of club staff.
In conclusion, I would suggest that you pull out that old diary of yours, search most diligently in it till you locate some old acquaintance or friend who has some kind of live connection with Munnar and see this jewel of a place for yourself. I will wager a substantial sum that you will not be disappointed!
The Kundale Golf Club
Golfing in Munnar – The Kundale Golf Club.
Probably the last preserve or bastion of the British Raj in India, an absolute jewel of a place located a matter of 9 hours easy drive from Bangalore, the lovely scenery of Munnar district certainly qualifies it to be considered as a fore-runner for the title of the “Sanctum Sanctorum” of God’s Own Country!
A sense of déjà vu for me, since as a child, I was privileged to grow up amongst these lush tea plantations spread all around like a lovely green carpet, nestling amongst mist wrapped hills with a constant drizzly rain falling down and seemingly impermeable tropical rain forest everywhere with the superbly refreshing fragrance of tea wafting up from the numerous tea factories…I could go on and on.
We were visiting some friends, a tea planter and his family and understandably, I was more than happy to join him in a round of golf while there, at the Planter’s Private Preserve - The Kundale Club! The club is located a little off the beaten track and quite close to the highest point in Munnar, aptly named Top Station. On the drive there, one passes the lovely Madupatty dam and reservoir which once, (not so long ago), used to be quiet and pristine, but whose placid waters are now torn asunder with the wakes of high speed boats, not to mention the roar of their high revving engines.
Luckily, the Kundale Club cannot be accessed by the general public and one can only go there along with a member at his express invitation – so while I may not quite agree to being a complete elitist, I most certainly am rather pleased that at least this lovely place is still free from the evil depredations of the cohorts of uncaring, noisy, litter-bug tourist types whose ubiquitous and raucous presence almost everywhere else worth visiting, is a guaranteed irritant to normal civilized human beings.
The Golf course is beautiful– a nice nine hole course carved from the contours of a natural valley, bounded all around by hills with some steep climbs, where one plays the front nine beginning off the first tee, above and behind the clubhouse. As with most of the golf courses of this type, one needs definitely to be reasonably fit in order to labour up the bridle paths to each tee box and then muster sufficient energy to clobber the ball with reasonable force and of course, reasonable accuracy as well!
There are no serious water hazards and sand traps as one may encounter on the new fangled manicured golf courses of the cities, but playing on such a course is an absolutely charming experience in itself and well worth it, I may add.
Don’t be lulled by the sheer beauty of the place into a false sense of security though, because there are other, somewhat wicked hazards – notably the ditches that run criss cross around the fairways, a couple of streams bridged by rickety old timbers and last but not least, a proliferation of God’s rather unpleasant creatures, namely leeches of different shapes and sizes, including a vicious sub species - the dreaded tiger leeches (as if the normal ones weren’t enough for the unsuspecting golfer to contend with!
You can see these little monsters in the monsoon rearing their blood sucking heads up as you pass, almost sniffing the air like trained bloodhounds. They lurk in large gangs in the wet grass and on the tee boxes. They are silent and deadly because if they attach themselves to one, (even through one’s thick golf socks and by finding gaps in one’s shoes), one will never realize till one comes back to the clubhouse and sees them sticking to one’s person, feasting as it were!
The most effective antidotes to these so to say are common salt and of course tobacco – so here is one of the few times where being a smoker has its advantages (at least in the defence of one’s person against the full fledged offensive mounted by legions of leeches)
There are some interesting local rules - while playing the front nine, one can shoot to the road which passes through the fairway and still be within one’s rights, but while playing the back nine round (off different tees) of course, the self same road is completely out of bounds! Can be tough-ish for the first timer I assure you!
On the brighter side, the course is bounded all around by lush shola or forest to the uninitiated, where during one’s leisurely afternoon round, one can quite comfortably bump into a bison, quite possibly a pack of wild dogs and if one is really lucky, catch a glimpse of that beautiful big cat, the panther.
The Kundale Golf Course is one of the lovely natural golf courses of India – built by the British Tea Planters in their sporting tradition. It is today an inheritance, which we simply must preserve as part of our heritage.
The lovely old clubhouse is a typical bungalow style building, with sloping tiled roofs to enable the constant rain to run off and its long verandah dotted with easy chairs offering a pristine view of the golf course.
There is a quaint little bar inside (well stocked, I may add), where one simply helps one’s self and writes down in a register what one has imbibed (albeit in large quantities) – a truly gentlemanly and decent system, which is entirely dependent on one’s innate sense of honesty and personal honour. I shudder to think of the consequences that may arise if such a system were transplanted into some of our new fangled clubs though!
Well worth mentioning here is the fact that despite the advance of modernity everywhere else, this club is still not on the telephone and is staffed solely by an elderly and soft spoken major domo, who is quite possibly the last remnant of a dying breed of club staff.
In conclusion, I would suggest that you pull out that old diary of yours, search most diligently in it till you locate some old acquaintance or friend who has some kind of live connection with Munnar and see this jewel of a place for yourself. I will wager a substantial sum that you will not be disappointed!
Probably the last preserve or bastion of the British Raj in India, an absolute jewel of a place located a matter of 9 hours easy drive from Bangalore, the lovely scenery of Munnar district certainly qualifies it to be considered as a fore-runner for the title of the “Sanctum Sanctorum” of God’s Own Country!
A sense of déjà vu for me, since as a child, I was privileged to grow up amongst these lush tea plantations spread all around like a lovely green carpet, nestling amongst mist wrapped hills with a constant drizzly rain falling down and seemingly impermeable tropical rain forest everywhere with the superbly refreshing fragrance of tea wafting up from the numerous tea factories…I could go on and on.
We were visiting some friends, a tea planter and his family and understandably, I was more than happy to join him in a round of golf while there, at the Planter’s Private Preserve - The Kundale Club! The club is located a little off the beaten track and quite close to the highest point in Munnar, aptly named Top Station. On the drive there, one passes the lovely Madupatty dam and reservoir which once, (not so long ago), used to be quiet and pristine, but whose placid waters are now torn asunder with the wakes of high speed boats, not to mention the roar of their high revving engines.
Luckily, the Kundale Club cannot be accessed by the general public and one can only go there along with a member at his express invitation – so while I may not quite agree to being a complete elitist, I most certainly am rather pleased that at least this lovely place is still free from the evil depredations of the cohorts of uncaring, noisy, litter-bug tourist types whose ubiquitous and raucous presence almost everywhere else worth visiting, is a guaranteed irritant to normal civilized human beings.
The Golf course is beautiful– a nice nine hole course carved from the contours of a natural valley, bounded all around by hills with some steep climbs, where one plays the front nine beginning off the first tee, above and behind the clubhouse. As with most of the golf courses of this type, one needs definitely to be reasonably fit in order to labour up the bridle paths to each tee box and then muster sufficient energy to clobber the ball with reasonable force and of course, reasonable accuracy as well!
There are no serious water hazards and sand traps as one may encounter on the new fangled manicured golf courses of the cities, but playing on such a course is an absolutely charming experience in itself and well worth it, I may add.
Don’t be lulled by the sheer beauty of the place into a false sense of security though, because there are other, somewhat wicked hazards – notably the ditches that run criss cross around the fairways, a couple of streams bridged by rickety old timbers and last but not least, a proliferation of God’s rather unpleasant creatures, namely leeches of different shapes and sizes, including a vicious sub species - the dreaded tiger leeches (as if the normal ones weren’t enough for the unsuspecting golfer to contend with!
You can see these little monsters in the monsoon rearing their blood sucking heads up as you pass, almost sniffing the air like trained bloodhounds. They lurk in large gangs in the wet grass and on the tee boxes. They are silent and deadly because if they attach themselves to one, (even through one’s thick golf socks and by finding gaps in one’s shoes), one will never realize till one comes back to the clubhouse and sees them sticking to one’s person, feasting as it were!
The most effective antidotes to these so to say are common salt and of course tobacco – so here is one of the few times where being a smoker has its advantages (at least in the defence of one’s person against the full fledged offensive mounted by legions of leeches)
There are some interesting local rules - while playing the front nine, one can shoot to the road which passes through the fairway and still be within one’s rights, but while playing the back nine round (off different tees) of course, the self same road is completely out of bounds! Can be tough-ish for the first timer I assure you!
On the brighter side, the course is bounded all around by lush shola or forest to the uninitiated, where during one’s leisurely afternoon round, one can quite comfortably bump into a bison, quite possibly a pack of wild dogs and if one is really lucky, catch a glimpse of that beautiful big cat, the panther.
The Kundale Golf Course is one of the lovely natural golf courses of India – built by the British Tea Planters in their sporting tradition. It is today an inheritance, which we simply must preserve as part of our heritage.
The lovely old clubhouse is a typical bungalow style building, with sloping tiled roofs to enable the constant rain to run off and its long verandah dotted with easy chairs offering a pristine view of the golf course.
There is a quaint little bar inside (well stocked, I may add), where one simply helps one’s self and writes down in a register what one has imbibed (albeit in large quantities) – a truly gentlemanly and decent system, which is entirely dependent on one’s innate sense of honesty and personal honour. I shudder to think of the consequences that may arise if such a system were transplanted into some of our new fangled clubs though!
Well worth mentioning here is the fact that despite the advance of modernity everywhere else, this club is still not on the telephone and is staffed solely by an elderly and soft spoken major domo, who is quite possibly the last remnant of a dying breed of club staff.
In conclusion, I would suggest that you pull out that old diary of yours, search most diligently in it till you locate some old acquaintance or friend who has some kind of live connection with Munnar and see this jewel of a place for yourself. I will wager a substantial sum that you will not be disappointed!
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Cellphones on Golf Courses
Sensitizing one’s self to the use and abuse of cell phones on course:
As a regular golfer I agree completely with the letter written by Mr Paramjit Singh Sethi of Delhi in Golf Digest’s Feb issue lamenting the rudeness of using the ubiquitous cell phone on the golf course, something which is completely eschewed by the “unspoken etiquette of the course.”
I can vouch for the seriousness with which this is taken across the world since I have been fortunate to experience the kind hospitality of many different golf clubs and top class golf courses around the Globe by virtue of my IGU membership and of course, as a keen traveller, golfer and hobbyist golf writer for Golfline Magazine, Bangalore.
While we all appreciate the necessity of the phone and the fact that it regularly helps us in case of emergency etc, I still do believe that if we really tried, we could put it away for those few hours that we spend each week at the golf course, in pursuit of the game we all love so well!
A most disconcerting feeling it is, I may say, to hear the ghastly ringing tone of yet another phone, just as one steps up to address the ball at the tee or just as one decided to take a particular line through a putt!
I sincerely hope that more and more golfers take this step as a voluntary one thereby contributing hugely to their own enjoyment of the game as well as that of other golfers around them!
As a regular golfer I agree completely with the letter written by Mr Paramjit Singh Sethi of Delhi in Golf Digest’s Feb issue lamenting the rudeness of using the ubiquitous cell phone on the golf course, something which is completely eschewed by the “unspoken etiquette of the course.”
I can vouch for the seriousness with which this is taken across the world since I have been fortunate to experience the kind hospitality of many different golf clubs and top class golf courses around the Globe by virtue of my IGU membership and of course, as a keen traveller, golfer and hobbyist golf writer for Golfline Magazine, Bangalore.
While we all appreciate the necessity of the phone and the fact that it regularly helps us in case of emergency etc, I still do believe that if we really tried, we could put it away for those few hours that we spend each week at the golf course, in pursuit of the game we all love so well!
A most disconcerting feeling it is, I may say, to hear the ghastly ringing tone of yet another phone, just as one steps up to address the ball at the tee or just as one decided to take a particular line through a putt!
I sincerely hope that more and more golfers take this step as a voluntary one thereby contributing hugely to their own enjoyment of the game as well as that of other golfers around them!
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