This last week I have been walking on my crutches around the local 9 hole golf course whilst Husband thrashes the golf ball wildly from place to place. I have found the grass very much to my liking - soft and springy - I can walk much further. Out of sight of the club house I stole one of Husband's golf clubs and took a practice swing - no problem to the wonky knees - I gave it a go. The ball flashed straight down the course - a brilliant shot and then another. Husband looked extremely fed up - his shots were spraying all over the place. I have not played golf for over 20 years - but now I know that I can still play and that is a thrill in itself. The local course does not have the use of golf carts so I shall just retire gracefully!