I have been given permission to work the winter
by my gracious caddiemaster Vincenzo and his able
second in command Damon. I am pleased about this
since it seems that I have completed my 6 year
apprenticeship, and now I am part of the shack card
school perhaps the "rats " wont bully me so much.
Do I get a tie , or learn a secret handshake ? Does that
come later. It has to be remembered that a lot of the
caddies have never done anything else , and some indeed
have been there nearly all their lives. I am genuinely glad.
However given our present volatile weather conditions,
it may well be tough. I once caddied in a snow blizzard at
St. Georges Hill G.C. and the guy said to me after the snow
had settled
" Can you see my ball caddie ? "
" HALLO ! "
He must have thought I had special glasses on .
But the worst day this year was a spoilt jolly boys outing
to the sticks. Every year Bunty Worcester invites his old
pals from Eton and a few interlopers to Stynchcombe Hill
for a two round stapleford competition . Some of the toffs
take their favourite caddies. This year the weather was so
bad that at one point the wet clouds were so low that you
couldnt see more than 50 metres in front of you. It was so
miserable ....it was like an army exercise. Depressing and
totally exhausting. It took me 3 days to dry out.
The worst places to get stuck in a storm are Walton
Heath G.C. and the Oxfordshire. Both quite beautiful tracks.
Walton Heath has few trees under which to find shelter...and
the Oxfordshire is built in a vale where the prevailing winds
often screech. I have quite often caddied for an old barrister
at the Oxfordshire , and the last time we were there I thought
he might have been blown away. Gawd bless im !
As all serious golfers know there is no such thing as bad
weather....just the wrong clothing. Yeh.....right. They want to
battle around Stynchcombe Hill....just south of Gloucester.
best of luck.....
Saturday, 30 December 2006
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