Friday 8 November 2019 | Written by Jonathan Milne | Published in Editorials
I got the golf clubs out at the weekend. When I opened the dusty green leather bag, I found some old score cards from courses in New Zealand and the UK, a pair of very dated wrap-around sunglasses, and a blue baseball cap that I think belonged to a friend I used to play goat-track golf with, back in the madcap days before kids and mortgages.
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