Story in one of the village newsletters from a lady whose car was hit by a golf ball whilst driving past one of the local clubs - damaged windscreen and jangled nerves.
It reminded me of the story of my old friend Chris. He was playing golf and took a tee shot one a par three (fairly short hole). Sadly he hooked the ball and it swung way to the left as it flew off. The ball landed on a piece of tarmac, and so bounced the same height again, carrying on its wayward trajectory. The ball then came down in the club car park with a loud clunk and the sound of somebody's car alarm going off. Chris had had the presence of mind to already be retaking his tee shot, so for all the world appeared innocent.
If you Jag was damaged a couple of years back in a golf club car park somewhere in Hampshire then please drop me a mail and I'll forward them to the great man himself.
We still laugh regularly about E and I watching a man on a practice green at my Dad's golf club - he took a swing oblivious to a chicken which was pecking its way across the practice area. Cue cartoonesque scene of chicken jumping in the air and feathers flying. The man turned round sheepishly to see if anybody had noticed by which time E and I were having to run to sit in the car to avoid laughing out loud.


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