Before I explain further the title, Joining Up, I will mention the last few days. Well, there’s not a lot to mention, really. We visited the garden centre on Friday and didn’t go out at all on Saturday or Sunday and then, yesterday, Monday, we spent time in the garden on leaf-sweeping duty. Yes, it does seem a bit pointless sweeping up leaves from the lawn in our small back garden, especially as there are thousands more leaves still to fall, but it’s lovely to clear them and have a reasonably tidy garden if only for a few days. I know we mustn’t clear up too much; it’s good for wildlife to have little piles of leaves in which to curl up and keep warm, and we do leave some small areas untended, just in case toads or hedghogs decide to pay us a visit.
Husband has a good way of clearing the leaves. He does it with the lawn mower which shreds them up, they go into the box on the mower and so they take up less space, finely chopped up, in the black waste bags which he then empties at the tip (sorry, the re-cycling centre) in the ‘green waste’ area. Meanwhile, I sweep the paths, behind the summerhouse, on the terrace, and behind the garden pots.
Then, we stop for tea and chocolate digestives (photo, top.)
Breakfasts are usually simple affairs during the week, but on Saturday I made a cooked breakfast for us, starting with fruit and then egg and bacon – just egg and bacon on toast, nothing more – no mushrooms, no tomatoes, and certainly no baked beans (would I serve baked beans? This is not a ‘greasy spoon’, ha ha!)
I really don’t know what we’ve done other than the leaf-sweeping and some housekeeping, and ironing. Yesterday, I cooked the Gressingham Poussin, spatchcock style, which I bought in Waitrose, and it was very nice and I would certainly buy it again. I served it with small roast potatoes and sliced leeks & courgettes in a cheese sauce.
The roses which my friend gave me a week ago today are still looking lovely …
This is just one of the two copper lustre jugs on the mantelpiece in the sitting room
And so to the title, Joining Up!
No, I’ve not gone into uniform but we decided to join the local golf club as social members. Our son is currently a full member and many years ago – I’m talking more than half a century ago – my parents were members and I was a junior member.
It felt strange walking into the clubhouse where I’d not been since the early 1960s, and where on a Tuesday afternoon I would often go, after I’d returned home from school, to meet my mother as she came off the course on what is traditionally Ladies Day, and have afternoon tea with her and some of her golfing pals on the veranda.
In those days the veranda (not an open veranda, but more a conservatory veranda) was filled with Lloyd loom tables and chairs, I don’t think it could’ve changed much since the 1920s. Today, the area is totally different, with a new (well, new to me) bar, and a large open-plan area with tables for morning coffee, lunch, etc.
I rather stupidly didn’t take a photo looking out from this large room through the windows to the course, but next time I go I will try and remember to do this.
We chose a table close to one of the large ‘picture’ windows and the view out took me back those 60 years in a trice. A grass cutter was out on the course, as it often was in those dim and distant days, and the scent of cut grass almost brought tears to my eyes, not because of the pollen but the happy memories of those times spent there with my parents so long ago. (I once recall a glider coming down on the first fairway, en emergency landing, the pilot then packing the plane up and a lorry coming to take it away!)
This is the view looking down the 1st fairway. In the foreground there is a practice putting green.
Looking to our right, some chaps are about to tee-off from the first tee, which is just beyond where they are standing.
And back inside the clubhouse, this is the bar.
The view from where we were sitting … on the left a serve-yourself coffee machine, although we ordered coffee and had a pot instead of just a cup from the machine, and also, there is a serve-yourself electrically-heated cauldron with hot soup, with nearby, a basket of rolls. Today the soup was spicy tomato.
What a great place to go and spend an hour or so, relaxing, watching players, reading the paper, and having a bowl of hot soup in the winter or a cool drink in the summer. And there is a Sunday lunch carvery and also a carvery on a Wednesday evening.
And this was the lovely cake we enjoyed …
Husband had a banana and walnut cake, I had coffee and walnut cake – both slices were delicious (and very large!)
We had parked our car in Cary Park, and had walked to and from the golf club. I have always loved Cary Park. It is where, again when I was young, I used to play tennis in the public courts which are now all-weather courts.
The tennis courts are immediately behind the hedge on the right.
We drove from here to Wellswood via what we call ‘the back road’ which brings us down a hilly road to Wellswood village, but before you arrive in the village area, you catch a glimpse of the sea – I was a bit late getting my camera out, so the view isn’t as good as it might otherwise have been …
And then at the bottom of this hill, you turn right and carry on down to Torquay sea front, through Wellswood, where the trees are now losing their leaves …
And so we have ‘joined up’ … I think that a very profitable morning’s work! And, believe me, social membership is very inexpensive.
Until next time.