FOUR!!!

As a birthday treat for my Dad today we went to the driving range.
None of us actually play golf, and this was my very first time at such a place. Though what a blast we did have!!
Need I less to say there were many "Happy Gilmore's", and swings with no avail. Dad pointed out that I just might be the first person to be able to 'dig' chunks out of the synthetic grass.






In under an hour we managed to whack, hit, tap and kick our way through two hundred balls. Some with a resemblance of seriousness, though where is the 'therapy' in that??!