Once a year I play golf, as I get together with old friends for a reunion. Mostly we are are in Oxfordshire. The golf is a bit of an endurance test and the scores get worse with the passing years, but when we are lucky with the weather, as was the case this year, there are compensations. The sun starts to go down at around 3,30pm, and there are some wondrous views. These are a few from this year – the course was Kirtlington, a few miles out of Oxford. It’s where we play at least once most years.
Thursday, 30 November
Friday, 1 December
Makes the agony of the golf worthwhile!