Grumpy and I headed up the Frays and across to Buckinghamshire Golf Club. An overcast, humid day, our progress impeded by the nettles and dock along the river. A herd of calves ran from us between the canal and Denham Park. Herons, squirrels, woodpeckers, stag beetles and ducklings were all around to see. The annual gift of wisteria has transformed Denham. All quite rustic once you pass under the M40.
Grumpy was excited by the golf course, retelling adventures from the recent past including playing it while his house was being burgled (an unhappy coincidence). Without Grumpy, I wouldn't have recognised John O'Leary sitting chatting in a golf buggy.
Grumpy was excited by the golf course, retelling adventures from the recent past including playing it while his house was being burgled (an unhappy coincidence). Without Grumpy, I wouldn't have recognised John O'Leary sitting chatting in a golf buggy.
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