My last post concerning oak was way back on 5th September last year. That post was inspired by the oak we had bought to replace the rotten legs on our garden swing. Naturally the swing in question is a bench type of swing, not the children’s playground variety. Yesterday we tried to affix the legs that we sawed, planed, and chiselled last year. Sadly they didn’t quite fit, so I set off this morning to buy some longer bolts. I was delighted that the car park was completely empty, then found that the store was closed for Easter Sunday.
Wikipedia and the OED agree that the origin of the word Easter comes from Eastre, the Anglo-Saxon goddess of spring. Spring was certainly in evidence today as we worked in the garden. A determined wood pigeon was robbing Claire’s favourite Acer of twigs for nest building. Although we haven’t achieved what we had hoped with the swing, Claire’s repairs to the lining of our garden pond seem to be working well.
My investment in golf lessons, over the winter months, appears to be paying dividends. In my round on Thursday I counted twenty-thee perfect full shots. That’s a record for me. I think I’ll ask Alex Blewett if we can work on my putting during Tuesday’s lesson. I will be playing golf with my college golf society on Wednesday at The Berkshire, and I would be so delighted to hold the Atkinson Trophy aloft.
The weather forecast doesn’t look great for golf on Monday. There is lightening forecast towards the end of my round. Lightening whilst waving golf clubs about is a proven danger. Lee Trevino, six times major championship winner and wisecracker, joked that if there were a threat of lightening, you should hold a one iron above your head, since not even God can hit a one iron.
Still, if I can’t play, at least I can continue researching the fifth book of the Sir Anthony Standen Adventures.