C’mon on, let’s be honest, most of us have attempted a go at Crazy Golf. The same cannot be said of its grown up sibling .
One is super fun and makes even the tiniest feel mightiest, and the other is a good walk wasted, when you could’ve been with your family instead.
The thing for me about Crazy, or Mini Golf as some prefer to announce it, is its convenience to set a level playing field from Uncle Ernie to Auntie Jin.
An idea first hatched at the early dawn of the 20th century. What marks this game high on my list of things to do once in a while is one thing, accessibility.
This particular course has a strong cord attached to me, not because I’ve played it a number of times, because I definitely haven’t. Truth is I’ve only knocked a ball around it once. Nope, the real reason is its connection with those who have gone before, a link with times past. The place is old, and looks it too.
A spruce up here and there but overall it’s a little frayed round the edges and this is what makes it for me. This disheveled Crazy Golf course might not have a preservation order pinned to it and more’s the pity, as it’ll be sold in my lifetime and become appartment no doubt, a prime piece of real estate sat beside the Thames.
