He was standing down on the sands, a little apart from the two caddies who were beating out various tufts of long grass. Both the caddies are now busy. Let us sit down here. These sand hummocks are delightful. It is perfectly sheltered, and the sun is in our faces.
Golf is an overrated pastime.
Let us sit and watch that little streak of blue find its way up between the white posts. She hesitated for a moment. There is no one behind. She sank on to the little knoll of sand to which he had pointed, with a resigned sigh. You have been playing golf this morning as though your very life depended upon it.