A Poem for New Year 2021
The Darkling Thrush, by Thomas Hardy

The Darkling Thrush, by Thomas Hardy

It's that time of year when, in newspapers and on social media, people list their favourite Christmas films, music, books and poems.

The story of a wooden horse that comes to life at night was inspired by watching my grandson patting the painted, wooden horse in the playground near his home in Bristol.

I find myself day-dreaming about where we can go when the pandemic is over.

I learned to swim in the sea.

A new universal handicapping system for golf from November 2nd 2020.

I love a sky full of stars.

I love playing golf. Most of all, I love playing on links.

The current political row about the Withdrawal Agreement Boris Johnson signed with the EU, but from which he has decided to resile, has prompted me to revisit the chapter I wrote for 'Brexit and Northern Ireland' published last year by Bite-Sized Books. I began with the much-used, but pertinent, quote from the philosopher George Santayana: "Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
Read MoreA 'staycation' in County Clare.

It hasn't only been Covid19 keeping me off the golf course.

I love planning trips.