March and April, as long as its dry thats when the blessed golf season starts, long languid days, four irons to withing ten feet, a straight drive.....sunshine. Now that you live in a place that can offer golf griff, its time to start.

Imagine the minuses though, no more short walks or car journeys to the ground, no more floodlit games, no more childhood haunts and mates, goodbye to all you were.....for good, there is no going back now. And that little voice in your head that wont shut up, it says, go home, im homesick.......I know ive been there.

Anyway, golf.......FORE................you must shout FORE if you miss hit a shot that endangers persons, so they can duck, you will miss hit a lot in the beginning.

I must look at my clubs, there are new BOLT ONS i can buy to improve my game

Cant wait....................FORE..........