"Why is Golf Called Golf?!"

Another belter of a day, though with little breeze to cool everything down. Breakfast was again held on the deck, with some sad and mournful thoughts of having to return to work tomorrow being the order of the morning.

Maddi had a birthday party to attend today, as it happens at the mini-golf set-up at the driving range at Primbee. This worked out fairly well, as Helen has been wanting to have a go at golf, and so we all decided to go. We left Maddi with her fellow partyers while we all headed out onto the range.
Strangely enough, Helen couldn't understand why, after hitting 10 or 12 balls, that she wasn't hitting her driver 300 yards straight down the middle of the fairway. Then, when the onset of a blister on her hand brought on the conclusion of her first attempt at golf some 150 balls later, she was disappointed.
Jess and Josh also had their first go at driving a golf ball with specially modified clubs courtesy of the pro, and they had a great time also.

Better yet, Helen also finally learned why golf is CALLED golf.
It's because "F*#K" was already taken.

Afterwards (even though their father/husband would have preferred to have gone home and watched the cricket) we headed to Little Lake in Warilla for a paddle to cool down after a warm day.