Desperate Ballbashers were beaten back today from the 1st tee at Temple by a combination of snow, sleet and a freezing wind. I am totally sure that if just one of these three weather components had been missing, everyone would have retired to the clubhouse just the same.
As it was, a merry gang of 9 Ballbashers enjoyed coffee, bacon baps or whatever other treat they chose with almost a full couple of hours of diverting discussion. Despite Nietsche still reigning supreme opposite, there was not a single sign of schaden-freude anywhere, and I imagine that Bill was welcomed home with open arms when he pitched up with a smile on his face and no sign of golf-induced depression!
