When I was 9 or 10 years old I spent a lot of my summer holidays in Swanage. I would do a lot of walking, the lighthouse, Durlston and the Globe, Peveril Point, the pier, and very occasionally,, the amusement arcades, when I could con some money out of my Mum.
Up on the Downs, as I think they were called, I would walk out to the Weather station and look longingly through the fence at the various instruments. Just occasionally there might be a band performing in the bandstand, and then of course, there is just a bit of lounging around.
And then I almost forgot the bowling green. Very often there would be a bunch of mature ladies and gentlemen, dressed very formally in whites, pushing little black balls across an immaculately manicured lawn. I would watch this until my attention span lost the plot, which was probably about as long as it took me to walk around two sides of the bowling green.
Today then, for the first time in my life, I picked up a bowl, and rolled it along the green of a bowling club. Actually, I did it quite a few times. Some of the similarities between Golf and Bowls are that stance is everything, the swing is everything, and for every excellent shot, there are several tens of complexity rubbish attempts.
We were invited to an open night at a local bowls club. We have access to four sessions before we walk away or join.
I’ll let you know how we get on.