Back in Lincoln after a great time golfing in Norfolk. Hurricane Amy was brushed off as a mere breeze by a determined bunch of golfers hell bent on getting round the course. I used the same ball for the whole round despite Amy’s efforts to blow it off course.
At home Amy left her calling card at the lake in the guise of a tree that she had viciously brought down. You can see from the photos that Brian experienced a very near miss. My god it was a close thing for the lad, who didn’t flinch and just carried on doing what he loves the most. I’m sure I’ll get to hear all about it when next we speak.
Whilst I was away, the night time lake visitations continued. It is interesting to observe that none of the wild creatures have been seen drinking any water. You would think this was one of the reasons for being there. It certainly is the case in Africa where during periods of drought a miscellany of wildlife is seen to congregate at water holes. Perhaps the back gardens of Lincoln abound with rivers and lakes.