Nine stories – mainly romantic little ditties – against a backdrop of golf in standard P.G.-style, i.e. beautifully written and full of nuggets. It does help to have the slightest smattering of golf terms, especially the old names for clubs, but it’s not essential.
I can hardly do better than quote three of my favourite nuggets:
“That is the worst of a free country – liberty so often degenerates into licence.”
“His was the peace of the man who has reached the age when he is no longer expected to dance.”
“…he wished that Providence had never endowed women with this sixth sense. A woman with merely five took quite enough handling.”
Oh, and the dedication: “To my daughter Leonora without whose never-failing sympathy and encouragement this book would have been finished in half the time.”
Big thumbs up.