One of the Last Golf Days at Wellington Hills Golf Course

I've been to all sorts of sports events and listened to every kind of crowd noise and chattering ... but walking with a number of golfers was a new experience. First there's the pace ... walking!  And walking permits talking and story telling. I think golfers might nudge fishermen in the story department – not because of tall tales (just a wee bit of that) but because the stories are about good times and not just golf.  

I listened to a funny story of why a car wouldn't start and why someone accidently sunburned his feet ... of course there were golf stories – "it was the wind's fault", long miraculous putts, quitting becase of the worse tropical storm "ever", why a particular club is soooo good.

... there's ritual: the players tee off, walk, find their golf ball and hit 'em again - all to the delight of the foursome.

Taking picture of the golfers just about convinced me I need to take up the game. I've lived here 20 years and now I have to learn the game someplace else.  

Ain't fair!