A Message From The Wild Wastes Of Northern England...

A message was received from one of the members of the Cock's Eye Club from the somewhere in the wild wastes of the north of England...

Summer has ceased to exist in England it seems, the weather has been truly horrendous. The occasional warmish day has been annihilated by the onslaught of the rain and wind. Tim and I played some golf last week, on Friday i broke new ground on a golf course - I walked off after just 5 holes. Tim, being either a hardened Yorkshire man, or just plainly nuts went on to play all 18 holes. The gale force wind I could take, heavy rain soaking through my wet gear too was acceptable, even the temperature hovering around the low teens was manageable, but when hail rained downed like a Biblical god, I had had enough. Never have I been so cold and wet on a golf course. And the date - 22nd August.... I took sanctuary in the club house, with a hot drink, a whisky (i hate whisky) and a pint whilst Tim braved the elements. I have some great photos which I will put on the blog, Tim emerging from the rain as though he had just tramped out of the ocean... Jaime