To the table of dreams! …on Tuesday afternoon. The decision regarding which ball to play with on the outdoor table was made for us by the appearance of a kite flying high up in the sky. That will be the wind ball, then.
It might have been windy but it was a warm wind. I felt very restless. My playing partner was completely knackered after a stupid game of golf.
To be honest we weren’t very good.
The wind picked up a pace in the final decider game. I tried to play it to my advantage. The wind deceived me. I walked away with a 3-2 defeat.
