I have played Haste Hill many times, normally with my two cousins and our good friend Simon. The four of us tend to have a great time out on the course and invariably get back to the 19th hole with a story to tell.
Over the weekend I had a quick round at one of my local courses, Wexham Park. I played on my own so motored through the front nine in just over an hour due to the kind golfers ahead allowing me to play through.
I have a number of books on Golf Stories and I always enjoy my time on the course, now and again something happens that makes my round just that little bit more enjoyable. Below is an account of something that happened to my dad at Bearwood Lakes on the 13th hole.