The clubs came out this week in response to Joseph’s present to me of some golf balls, and some prodding on his part. So off to the range we went, myself and the boys.
My clubs were in less than ideal condition-rusty! It is three years since I used them, and they have been sitting under the house.
At the range I was imparting my skills to the boys! Oh dear. Well I do know the simple stuff. They had a good time and now are hooked. I was quite pleased with myself, feeling I hit the ball quite well, despite it being 18 months since I swung in anger, when in Spain. When in fact I beat my brother twice-much to his disappointment.
Hopefully now the clubs are clean after the attention of my two sons, and they will be in better condition for the next time the Quirke males are down the range.
Joe is having group lessons when he goes to his new school-maybe this is going to be his sport?
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The passage of time in Wellington and elsewhere
