We're staying at a caravan park in Yorkshire about 20 miles south of York. We collected some tokens out of the Daily Mirror newspaper that got us a £9/night holiday break and you choose from a list of places around England. I like York, it's a very cool medieval walled city with a lot of Viking history so we chose this place. Carole told me it was a 3 bdrm caravan and I was picturing an old crappy caravan in the middle of a muddy field in the middle of winter with nobody else around. But we ended up in a near new static caravan (think mobile home) that is very swish and comfortable indeed.
Anyway, the place has a very decent 18 hole golf course and driving range. So I'm hitting a bucket of balls with some loaner clubs and I come into the adjoining bar to get a pint (as you do). The barman, Richard says to me "did you not bring your own clubs?".
Me - no too far from Oz.
Richard - so you like the driving range?
Me - yep
Richard - my Grandma's out there?
Me - I didn't see any Grandma out there. She's not out collecting balls is she, I hope I didn't hit her.
Richard - no she's in Perth, in Australia.
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