A quiet, reflective time. The course wears its winter clothes, the reveal a splendour and structure hidden for most of the year but no less beautiful than the russet days of autumn or the joyous first flushes of spring.
Warmer days see squirrels and jays visiting their food stores and even the hardy golfer ventures out to take advantage of a course holding up brilliantly from the twin assaults of frost and rain. Hibernation is much overrated.
The ladies, being more sensible than the men, tend to take things a little more easily through the winter. The men, undaunted, are playing the the Winter League, pairs golf on the course of the day, a great event which gets people out on even the harshest of days. Nothing better than coming into the warm for lunch and a pint, putting the world to rights
enjoying the ribbing and banter of friends.
Socially we take a break in January after dinners, parties and carols galore in December so next up is a Valentine’s Ball to kick off a packed calendar for the year.
It’s a great mix at Churchill and Blakedown – such a beautiful place to play golf, such a warm welcome for friends and visitors.
We really are so very lucky.
Until next time.