Look. I could not bring myself to hit you with another golf picture or post.
The sea is nice though isn’t it?
I don’t want you thinking that I do nothing but play golf, watch golf or talk about golf. Admittedly, today, I did a lot of all three.
I was lucky enough to be invited to make up a four-ball at the Wentworth Club, one of the foremost golfing venues in England.
I got an invite because a senior executive of a sporting apparel and equipment company is a member of the same club where I play and he has ‘connections’.
We met because I am involved in promoting junior golf at the club. He has a daughter that plays.
“Stuart – thanks for your help with the juniors. Would you like to come and play at Wentworth?” There is no golfer in England that would turn down an invite here.
That was the first invite. Since then, we have played a few times.
Today was the finest day of the year so far. Despite wearing sun screen, there is a definite rosy hue to my face this evening.
As I walked the famous fairways in the sunlight playing atrocious golf, I was grateful.
I was positively brimming with gratitude. Internally, I was composing an acceptance speech of Oscar-esque proportions, complete with breaking voice and suppressed sobs.
I was grateful to Drew – the friend that invited me. To Nigel and Adam who were playing. To my darling wife who was working while I swanned about on the golf course, to the Chief Weather God, responsible for laying on such excellent conditions.
Above all else, I was grateful I had offered to help out the junior section, setting in train a sequence of gratitude that resulted in me having a cracking day out in Surrey.
A good deed should be its own reward but gratitude has a way of going all the way around in a virtuous circle.
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