50 Years in Golf
It’s quiet outside. Too quiet. It’s also blue-sky sunny, but even the birds seem to be unusually quiet as they go about their usual early spring business of finding a mate, a nest, a small mortgage and maybe, if they’re lucky, a nest egg. Welcome to the new world.
Covid-19 sounds like it should be one of those weird techno bands that came out of Berlin as the Wall turned into rubble, but instead it’s the thing that has stopped almost everything except the hard business of trying to dampen it down. This, of course, includes golf. For a while there it seemed that as every other sport turned upside down, the playing of golf would continue. But no longer. For how long this lasts no-one knows, and if somebody claims to, the strong advice is to ignore them.
This is not something I ever expected to write in a golf magazine, or indeed any magazine, unless it was a once-a-year job aimed at fans of some cruelly dystopian sci-fi future. Yet here it is and we’re
