A walrus in a golf cart going through Wales.
What possessed me to be come a greens manager?
Oh right, I remember.
My loving taste for adventure.
My boredom with the mundane.
I was tired of a desk job, I wanted a life.
The sky is so clean. Pure, crystal and blue.
Golfers are weird people.
They spend their lives hunched over, holding metal rods, swinging at tiny white balls.
Manipulating their bodies into uncomfortable poses, walking up and down up and down.
They all carry nets. Ready to fish their balls out of the resident duck pond.
What a brilliant way to see some amusing sights.
The perfect way to get outside, earn some money and see some excitement.
A walrus in a golf cart going through Wales.
Mine eyes do not lie.
I had them checked only a fortnight ago.
I am sober. Alcohol turns my stomach.
I think I might’ve picked my job too well.
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