8th April

Weather: Bright, but very cold at first, improved and became warm.

Winners: Morning - Collin; Afternoon - JM; Day - Jock

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20th May

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Weather: Cloudy and dull on arrival (pace Collin) then poured while we had our rolls.  Arrival on the tee brought out the sun for beautiful day, but very breezy.

Winners: Morning - Johhny D; Afternoon - David L; Day - Juggy

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24th June

Weather:  Sunny, but cool all day

Winners: Morning - Collin; Afternoon - Johnny D; Day - Collin

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Weather:  Dull and rained heavily during lunch, but only our last morning group got a wee bit wet.

Winners: Morning - Erick; Afternoon - Collin; Day - Robin

Weather:  Bright and mild- an ideal day for golf.

Winners: Morning - KlackJohnny; Afternoon - Doog; Day - KlackJohnny

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1st October

Weather: - Dull, but mild

Winner: Psycho

Weather:  Windy

Winner: Leo (BIH)

31st October

Weather:  

Winners: Morning - DJ; Afternoon - Robin; Day - DJ

This is worse than the weekend report..  As you can see all that seems certain and recorded are the scores and the fact there was weather - and can anybody recall who GA and RF are?

Apologies !!!

24th August

30th September

Again, the lack of notes is appalling and damning, but in addition to what follows immediately after this I have now (February 2015) appended a piece of overblown writing I must have knocked to-gether and, justifiably, forgotten.  In the interests of truth and history, however, I’ve now decided to stick it in at the end.  Johnny Gill won the weekend.

At this remave there are still a couple of relevant recollections from me.  The first is a definite highlight and was a combination of Slaley Hall’s organisational shambles and JD’s outstanding negotiation skills..  The resultant total wine bill was such that any individual Freen might doubt it was high enough to be his own..  Great job of organising all round by Johnny D!

I think the other recollection has to go down as a lowlight.  It was this:

Jock and Psycho have a reputation amongst the Freens as cognoscenti of many things, but fine dining in particular.  It was, therefore, a lucky stroke of fate that had these illuminati sharing a valedictory steak sandwich.  They are known as men who do not hold intemperate opinions and are not given to rush to judgement and it was, no doubt, these qualities, allied to their self-sacrificing devotion to scientific experiment, that caused them to go on eating the sandwich until nought but a few crumbs were left, and then to declare it was off.  Their dedication to a clearly unpleasant task was, thankfully, richly rewarded by the provision of a replacement sandwich!

This is the recently discovered bit:

“Freens are well conversant with the opening lines from Keats' Ode to a Nightingale:

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

  One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk

This stanza came to mind as Erick stepped on to the first tee of the Hunting course on Sunday morning.  Nature seemed to hold its breath, as did the very birds.  A silence descended and we became aware we were approaching a Zen-like experience as the great man carefully, and slowly, drew back his weapon and then delivered it, in a tempo Beethoven would have been proud to call his own, back to the ball.  The obedient pill then rose lazily from its lofty platform and took wing until it plunged to earth or rather, sand, in a fairway bunker that the mighty Watters had earlier just failed to reach.

The master had managed to supply a soothing calm as balm after the confusion, consternation and total wreckage that had been created a little earlier by you know who in encompassing his master plan to get out first.

Unfortunately the effects were to be short lived as, a few moments later, young Wud stepped on the tee.  Nature roused itself.  The birds hurried nestwards.  Lightning crackled across the firmament.  All of creation knew that something explosive was about to happen as Wud's sinews bulged and strained before he delivered the mighty blow that sent his ball swerving in a tremendous duck hook around a threatening tree to the comparative safety of the semi-rough.

It was the same Young Lochinvar who fought his inner demons later in the round, while his companions looked on in awe and wonder.  This happened when, using the careful judgement and canny calculation for which he is justly famed, he decided to lay his tee shot up short of a threatening watery grave.  It is the way of the world that such refined thought and judgement is not always appropriately rewarded, and so it proved as the ball wilfully tucked itself in behind some trees and barred forward progress……..

Sorry, that’s it folks unless CW can remember further details???

2nd October

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