neil.tappin@futurenet.com
As soon as I prised open the door of my car, I was attacked by the rain. My target was the golf club pro shop, some 30 yards away, but this was the sort of weather that hits you from all angles and really gets you wet. The sort you remember.
As I ran for the door, I looked towards my left and saw the back of the 9th green. To my surprise, I could see two golfers – one preparing to putt, the other attentively holding the flag.
Nothing quite says ‘for the love of the game’ like golfers ploughing on in truly biblical weather. On this occasion, I was heading for the sanctity of the club’s new simulator room, but I, like you no doubt, know what…
