Day 191 - In Memoriam

My father passed away some 12 years ago now and, every year, my three brothers and I get together on a summer's day and have a game of golf together in his memory.  This year, I was hosting at Burhill and we met up for lunch at around midday.  I had been up since the crack of dawn. First, to ferry my son and friends to Heathrow airport for their two weeks vacation trip to China and, then, to drive down to Eversley to collect my brother Matthew for the afternoon golf.

After we had eaten, we headed to the Old Course, Yellow Tees (carefully chosen as  Tony and I shall be playing these together next week in the Vets Guest Day!).  The traditional negotiation on handicaps kicked off proceedings (Brother 3 does not belong to a golf club..) and off we were.  History has taught us that the fraternal rivalry that is created by any form of individual event is best avoided, so instead we have played a fun format for the past few years.  Today it was Wolf that was agreed upon.

For the first three holes, my putter decided to do everything that was asked of it;  holed long putts for par on each and I suspect that the brothers;'collective spirits fell.  They needn't have worried: normal service was returned and a great birdie two on the short 6th by Roger meant that he established an early lead.  Matthew then repeated the feat on the 16th, by which time we had each had our four drives as the Wolf.  On the 18th, I was on point and went solo, blind (that is opting to play against the other three even before I had teed off). On the green I holed another long putt fro my par, won the hole and....

And nothing: we didn't even bother to see who had won (I think it was Roger!) and instead just enjoyed the fact that we had had a great round of golf on a course in great condition, with weather to match.  We shall though gloss over quite how long it took us to amble around - just be thankful that we never saw anybody else and, as a result, didn't hold anyone up either!

Back home to Cobham for a BBQ with all the brothers' wives and families: great fun and so lucky that we could sit outside until well past 8 in the evening: Jan and Andrew, we missed you!