16 August 2013

On Braid Hills





A fine day

Golf and Life. Both games of stages - holes or days. The secret is in taking it one day at a time, one hole at a time, one hour at a time, one shot at a time. And you never know, you just never know, when suddenly you might pitch it into the hole from a hundred yards, or miss a simple putt from two feet, in golf as metaphorically in life. The fact that it is so obviously and utterly pointless is golf's strongest point, that and the times spent walking in such pleasant surroundings with a friend. Nobody ever has to ponder the meaning of golf, because there is no meaning, other than to have fun in good company. And in that moment of existential realisation there is revealed... the meaning of life, within its glorious lack of meaning, I do suggest.

11 comments:

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

Reader, I made the putt for par.

I know these things are important to you.

Elephant's Child said...

While I am in complete agreement about the meaning (or otherwise) of life I do see golf as Mark Twain did 'a good walk, ruined.' Glad you had a good day though and congratulations on your par (just for the hole or for the day?)

Craig said...

I don't disagree with your view of golf as pointless. I just wish I had more coordination so that I could take part.
Lovely scenic course - I looked it up to see where it was. It's nicely elevated.

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

As is usual, I made a few pars and even one birdie, but never par for the whole day... I am not good enough and to be so would be a sign of taking things far too seriously. I also saw a big black dog steal my ball on one occasion, when I had hit it in amongst some distant trees. Bad big black dog, but badder owner who just pretended not to notice and escaped through the gorse bushes and away.

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

Photography flattens everything out buy yes, it is nicely elevated, and so was I. Stunning views and gloriously undulating golf. I may go up there without the golf clubs one day and not ruin the walk, as EC and Mr Twain would say.

CherryPie said...

It certainly does look like a wonderful place to walk.

Claude said...

I know nothing about golf. But I'm grateful that, because some people are devoted to the game, we have beautiful, extended green lawns, even in the middle of the city. Glad you had a great day, and congratulations for what you achieved. Any reason (or none) is good enough for me to explain life.

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

There are many strategically placed benches on which to "rest awhile" too.

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

I know nothing about life, fundamentally, but I am sometimes grateful that somehow nature seems devoted to it (although sometimes I am not). Golf takes my mind away from such complexities and lets me focus for a while on all that matters - making the little white ball get swallowed up by the hole, which all makes perfect sense, at the time. Seems rather silly right now though.

Syncopated Eyeball said...

Oh my! "glorious lack of meaning". I'm more often struck (hard) by the absurdity of life. I prefer absurdity to remain in the realms of art and humour.

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

Absurdity is certainly in plentiful supply in what evolution has made, and is making, of life. It's a problem sometimes, trying to shut out the awareness of the absurdity when trying to do a few of the few things I can enjoy.