Golf,

        a great way to ruin a good walk, and I'm not big on walking at the best of times. As for the game its self, I suck at it. A thirty six handicap after forty years of practice. Someone smarter would have given up years ago. Why once a month do I get up on my day off in the dark and drive to the other end of the universe to hit a bloody little white ball around a cold muddy paddock in the rain?

          For our trip away this year we went to Noosa, stayed in a fantastic hotel, enjoyed a bit of heat, and got wined and dined by the locals. Just to make sure I didn't get too much of a good thing I also had to play golf. First day 136, second day 145, and a award for the worst player, which consists of a trophy containing a horses arse. I also have to wear an orange safety vest on my next round to warn the general public to stand a long way away from me.  At least I only lost about 20 balls. I redeemed my self on the last day by coming third in the Ambrose. For those of you that don't know what that is, it means that someone else hit most of the shots. 

        Thanks to Cheese and Jnr for putting up with us. I can highly recommend Hotel Laguna if you want to stay in the heart of Noosa.  Also a big thanks to Burt, Timbo, and the team for organizing the torture, and the surf club for looking after us on a busy weekend.

           As for the answer to the Question posed above. Click the photo above and look at the pictures. You'll work it out.   

Cheers 007

And for you masochists, here are all the pics I took on the weekend.