BILL ELLIOTT

By now we had hoped – indeed we’d been told – that we would be able to gambol once more on the sunlit uplands and look back on a year of unconscionable misery, deprivation and death and feel the first gentle winds of freedom blowing on our faces. Instead – well, you know what it’s like at present.

Gambolling for us, of course, means playing golf, having fun, chatting with chums, buying