Betjeman (Remove filter)
Rewilding the golf club
They’ve identified our golf club
for returning to the wild
It’s to become a verdant Eden
For every adult, dog and child
A place of natural splendour
Where no groundsmen smoke or hunker
Sheltering from the elements in the deeper fairway bunkers
No more Pringle sweaters in pink and blue and grey
No more Captain’s Prize and no more Ladies’ Day
No more midweek medals o...
Saturday 25th November 2023 6:35 pm
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