The prevailing wind on Mon is a Westerly. This week (yes I'm here again in the company of those two little friends of mine - Shakespeare and Bagehot) it has been a strong Easterly, whipping up unusual waves in Benllech Bay. Thus is the weather ideal for some links golf - sunny but windy. So it was a pleasure yesterday to be joined at Clwb Golff Ynys Mon by my great friend Big Willy Mac (titter ye not madam). The Anglesey is the only true links on the island and it is playing hard and fiery - the forecast rain will be welcome. We had a glorious time, Willy beating me by one stroke - I missed a seven-footer on the eighteenth to tie. Links golf is so different - some inland habituees never take to it, finding the capriciousness of bounce, run and breeze all too much. For the most part yesterday I failed to adapt but I played the last three holes tolerably well and, had time and creaking body allowed, I would gladly have gone out and done it all again. As it was we took the sensible option of a pint of Guinness in the clubhouse before wending our weary ways home. We will be back.
I treated myself to a glass or two of red last night, swilling down my supper of soft cod roe on toast. Then I had a trawl through Netflix and found an oddity - Priest of Love - a 1981 speculation on the dying years of D. H. Lawrence. Janet Suzman and Ian McKellen as Frieda and Lawrence are reliably good in the leads but the overall impression is, well, that in fact the movie fails to make much of an impression. This is a pity. I read Lady Chatterley's Lover whilst tent-bound in an Icelandic blizzard (it's a long story that I will save for another day). It satisfied me neither as literature nor pornography. However I am quite prepared to accept the film's oft-protested contention that Lawrence was a genius. McKellen's performance does not shy away from the fact that he could also be a bit of a tosser. As I say, an oddity. Unlike the Anglesey Golf Club, I will not be revisiting. 63/100.
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