Blog: Asleep on the compost heap

I played pitch and putt for one whole summer and I am fairly sure I was alone for that summer. The pitch and putt course was at the far corner of the estate, in the GAA centre and you had to scale a wall to get into it. First, I remember a brick that you needed to climb. Then you hopped the 12 foot wall. When the brick was not there I remember a milk crate or a boost from a friend who grabbed my foot. All the holes on the course were par 3 apart from [...]

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