A short walk marginally ruined

They say that golf is a good walk ruined. Mini-golf involves a shorter journey but, in the absence of competence in its players, is similarly not a particularly stellar walking experience either. However, it was the end of the school holidays and I’d determined that a fun afternoon with the youngsters was in order and the five of us—Imogen and Joshua, two other significant persons, and myself—duly amused ourselves in a klutzy and generally uncoordinated way.

There were the occasionally fluky miracle shots,

and the usual collection of embarrassing moments.

We sort of kept score, but I don’t think I would rely on the results, and, since I didn’t win, I don’t care who did!