Volume 7 (Damascu to Educ): Dartmouth, Earl of.
Now, if only I had set page 65 as my trigger, you would today be reading about Charles Robert Darwin. But you are not. Instead we have the Earls of Dartmouth who in days of yore made their home at Patshull Hall, outside Wolverhampton. It is not the Hall that triggers me however, it is the beautiful parklands that accommodated it and I'm afraid it is the now abandoned golf course that leads the Pig to a bit of boastfulness. The course at Patshull was a rather splendid affair and the good old Heart of England Building Society used to stage their golf days there.
It was at one such corporate day that the Pig played the fiirst nine holes in level fours - and yes I did break eighty and, yes, I did win the competition. It has all been downhill ever since.
The course (and the hotel attached to it) was a casualty of Covid - it never re-opened after the pandemic. My golf game has suffereda similar decline. But there is always another day.
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