Turkey Trot

Played in our yearly Turkey Trot, so called because we win a voucher for a turkey. This weird activity is seen my many as an act of madness. I suppose there are many weeks when I ask myself what on earth am I doing trying to propel this little ball round a four mile walk in less strokes than I did the previous week. A degree of madness finds you talking in strange tongues. Birdies, eagles and albatross take on a whole new meaning. Every week I hear at least one lady bemoaning the fact that she must be mad. Today was a glorious day- the weather not the golf.