The Wormburner1

It’s Alive, I Tell You, Alive! Who knew that when ‘The Race To Yinjibar’ was conceived, a monster would develop from the innocent thoughts of a few likeminded people. In the clubhouses of Cottingham and Skidby, questions and answers were mulled over in a jocular fashion and a game of sorts was developed. A set of loose-fitting rules were put in place and a second-hand trophy courtesy of the Builder’s cabinet of curiosities, was to be presented during a meal at the Yinjibar Chinese Restaurant. No real pressure, just another fun game or two among friends. How wrong can one man be? As Doctor Henry Frankenstein (actor Colin Clive) shouts out above the crack of thunder and crackle of sparks in the 1931 film classic, “Its alive, its alive”.   GAME DAY 1 The inaugural game took place on a shortened course with temporary greens and a cold snap in the air. Absent due to holidays was the Builder and the Judge, the former yomping over the wild and woolly hills of the lake distri...

Long before the first snow drop fell, a watchful eye was being run over the daily weather bulletin. Three days earlier the Metronome had flagged up the possibility of frosted temporary greens and it had been agreed that decisions to play would be made by via the WhatsApp group account. At 7.00 am the bedroom curtains parted to reveal an overcast sky but a frost free ground. No WhatsApp comments, it looked as if it was game on. Wrong. The first to bail was the Metronome with the announcement of a flat tyre, quickly followed by the Doc who had chosen to exercise indoors. The Consonant Kid meanwhile was golfing in 20 0 of heat in T_rk_y and therefore could be legally excused. As we were still six strong,   Kryton suggested green balls would be the order of the day and then, the snowflakes began to gently fall. Waiting in the club shop for the Judge to appear, mobile phones began to buzz. Due to ‘manic traffic’ he had taken a U-turn and would catch us up later. As a five we move...