GOLF’S LASTING LEGACY

I got into golf quite late. I remember wanting to give it a go after seeing it on TV and thinking “that looks easy”. Boy, was I wrong! I cobbled some old clubs together and went to the local municipal with my father, who was also taking the game up. Fast forward some 30 years and we are still playing together. Only last month, we were joined for a very special fourball which included my two sons, aged six and nine. By the time we walked off the final hole and shook hands, I actually had a lump in my throat as it dawned on me this game had just brought three generations of our family together. When I took those old Dunlop and Slazenger clubs out in a pencil bag three decades ago, I don’t think I fully appreciated what I was starting. Until now.