The Party’s over

As I write this on a dull Sunday afternoon the party is over and I for one could not be happier. What party you may well ask? The Open golf championship event here at Royal Birkdale. Don’t misunderstand me here, many people love the game of golf but I am just not one of them.

The picture above was taken through the window in a lounge at home at around five o’clock on the last day of the golf event. Up until then the day had been mostly sunny. On Saturday there had been much rain but the previous days had been fine and sunny. I am not sure how that affected the play though I have a feeling it made little difference. For the last few days the whole town of Southport but especially Birkdale had been geared up for the event with many local restrictions having been imposed upon us all. It is something we all have had to put up with whether we like the sport or not. I can live with that. I steered well clear of the course which is very close to where I live and spent my time away from the house in the opposite direction! However during the time I was at home we had to put up with a light aircraft circling above every two to three minutes for hours on end which really was annoying. When I say circling it was doing just that, flying in a circle around the course and our house was under the flight path. On Sunday morning I went for a walk and on my return I emptied out most of the things in my van. E and I were to go and collect some bricks from her nephew which were stored at a place less than a mile from home. He had graciously allowed us to take what we wanted which was around fifty bricks. They had been dumped with other rubbish and needed to be separated but it didn’t take long to do that and we were soon back home for lunch. I stored them behind one of the garages and under cover to keep them dry until I wanted to use them.

Later E received a text message from her nephew who was asking where we were and why we hadn’t called to collect the bricks! E had thought he meant for us to collect the ones we had but it appeared he meant those stored at his own house a few hundred metres away. Those bricks had already been sorted and separated whereas the ones we took we had to glean from a general pile of other material. Although the ones we took were not stored at his house they still belonged to him. The reason he has so many bricks is that he is a builder. He asked if we wanted more as he was  trying to rid himself of some of them. We accepted his offer and he said he would drop them off later. Now I won’t have to worry about buying bricks for the projects I have in mind to do. The first one is to put a gate at the end of this passage where it meets the main part of the garden.

That is at the end of the side wall of the house on the right. Now I am not planning to begin that work during the summer though anything is possible with me.

Shirley Anne

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Round in circles

English: Royal Birkdale Golf Club.
Royal Birkdale Golf Club. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

By the time you are reading this it will all be over and done with. What? The Open Golf Tournament at Royal Birkdale and I will be most grateful. I do not like golf but I know many people do and many flock to the courses to witness these events in person. Personally I think it is all ridiculous following on foot watching others having a good time playing the game. Many years ago it was unthinkable to allow crowds of people to shadow the players save for a few. In the end it is all about money of course. Everything about the professional game and not just golf is about money. The players don’t see it that way though, for them it is all about trying to win. Anyhow what goes on at the venue is their affair. What objections I have, and many others have too no doubt, is what happens in the surrounding area, the town in my case. I have never seen so many traffic cones on our streets and signs posted on lamp posts all around Birkdale where I live. Speed limits around the course have been lowered to 20 mph on the main routes, traffic consequently is forced to crawling pace. Parking restrictions are everywhere and parking lots have suddenly appeared in and around the area, all charging a fee of course. Police vehicles cruise up and down the roads every couple of minutes whilst stretch limousines and luxury vehicles together with coaches, and buses ferry golfers and golfing enthusiasts here there and everywhere all day long. Added to all this there have been helicopters roaming the skies and one particular light aircraft capable of carrying several passengers and probably was, circling the course at low altitude. All very well but that aircraft was going round in circles around the course, which included my property, every three minutes for at least five maybe six hours a day! Why do local residents have to put up with such things all in the name of golf? I haven’t been at home for much of the time which is fortunate, I spent an hour or two out on the patio a few times and that was enough to annoy me. No, have your tournaments but spare a thought for those who take no interest. Trouble with Society is most of the time it doesn’t really care.

Shirley Anne