Well in the end, I met up with 7 of my mates to play golf.
As the clubhouse convener, it was my decision to either open as normal or close as a mark of respect, a decision already taken by a number of clubs in the area.
I took a bit of flak this week for deciding to remain open, which is fair enough as your damned if you do and damned if you don't.
There was a couple of reasons why I felt my decision was wholly justified, like it was the busiest Monday we have had all year, we brought in 8 new members, and made a right few quid, but none more so when I noticed old John coming into the club with a tear in his eye. He lost his wife 2 years ago and watched the funeral all day on his own, and it just brought all his grief flooding back and he didn't want to be on his own any longer, so came to the club for a bit of dinner and a chat with the staff. That in its own was enough for me.
RIP Your Majesty.
Last Patrol. 🇬🇧