Finding a golf ball in a pool of water reminded me
of the years I spent leasing our local golf course.
I used to lamb around 300 ewes on the 147 acres which
comprised the Golf course and the nine-furlong
race track which closed in 1968.
Every now and again I would find golf balls in a water trough.
They usually did not get there due to a poor stroke,
rather it was more likely the crows would
steal them after a very good shot.