We are away again. Yes, just when I really need to be at home packing, we are staying in a hotel. Yesterday Master attended a reunion at his school. After 40 years, some of the class of 1978 came together. My own 40 year reunion, if we have one isn’t so far off and that feels really weird. Apparently the number 1 record when they left school was: You’re the one that I want. How on earth could Grease be 40 years ago?
Anyway, I digress. Our room at this country hotel, on the very edge of London has its own golf course. I was awake early this morning, as it is such a bright and sunny day and I saw that people were setting off for their round at 7.30! Crazy people.
This is the view from our window.
This is the view on the other side of the window. The non-golfer’s view
Anyone for golf?