A father and son take a final golf trip. It doesn't go well
In 1998, my father – a keen golfer – turned 70 and I wanted to get him a special golfing gift; something more than just balls or a Pringle sweater. For any normal person a new golf bag would be a real treat, but my father already had 19 of them in the garage so, no, he did not need a new golf bag.
And then I cracked it. Why not get him something that I could have too? And so it was that I booked us
