25 Apr I’LL BE AT THE CLUB
I’LL BE AT THE CLUB
The words I’ve longed to say, “I’ll be at the club”; a phrase that creates the imagery of myself sitting by a bright fire, enjoying a glass of Port, in a walnut paneled room, discussing a round of golf with other gents. Ahh, the club.
“I’ll be at the club” implys “don’t text me” & “don’t know when I’ll be home” & no “as a mater of fact , I can’t pick up some milk”…”I’LL BE AT THE CLUB”!
I love the sound of my tires as they trundle over the wooden swinging bridge, just north of Bolsover. I know that I’m near (my) club…Western Trent.
A quick round of 9 with some friends…a side bet, some laughs and the odd good shot; then it’s back to the clubhouse for a snack and a drink. Siting under the chandelier tree, sipping a modest merlot and picking at the last of the crisps, birdsong and beautiful women’s laughter in my ears and late afternoon sunshine on my smiling face and the scent of rosemary and lavender…I’m transported.
Do not disturb…”I’m at (my) club”… mmmmmm.
By Paul D. Bell,
Flâneur & Boulevardier.