With the world in turmoil it seemed sensible to take advantage of a golf trip while I still can. This one was to Brittany, an area of France I had never been to before. It soon became evident why!!
Living in Plymouth, it was always easy to hop on the ferry to Roscoff or St Malo and after an overnight crossing you were there. We never did though. So trying to get there from Scouseland was interesting!!
Ideally a flight to Jersey and a short hop on the ferry to St Malo would have been ideal, but the ferry and flight times did not dovetail so that was ruled out. No body fancied driving to Portsmouth so we needed to look for other flight options.
Rennes was the nearest airport ot our golfing destination but to get there we needed to fly from Manchester to Skipal and then to Rennes, hey ho! So five intrepid explorers set out with five sets of golf clubs and 5 suitcases. At Rennes, the travellers arrived as did the golf clubs, but only two or the suitcases appeared. "We will deliver them tomorrow" the lady service rep said.
In the meantime it was into Decathlon to get some essential playing kit, and into Dinard Golf Club to buy some hugely inflated tops and shorts. Let the games begin.
This tornament, The Roberts' Cup has been played for a number of years on a home or away basis against six French chums. I took the number 12 shirt s few years ago but this was my first away gig. The company is first rate, the course was very testing and enjoyable albeit we played it three times, and a good time was had by all.
The French retained the Cup, bandits, but we will be prepared next year to win it back. So on being deposited back in Rennes we had to stay one night in an AirBnB before our flight the following day, and we found ourselves in a Toxteth highrise area which the Uber drives described as very bad but we had a good run ashore in rennes town and arrived at rennes airport unscathed only to be reunited with our baggage from a few days ago.
It all got on the plane at Rennes, but you've gust it, only 4 sets of clubs arrived in Manchester. They were repatriated the next day so all that remains is for the airline to pay for the extra clothing we needed. They have agreed my clam so I am just waiting for the money to hit the bank account.
I can see a return trip to Brittany in the future it certainly is a beautiful part of France coupled with the history from WW2, but we won't mention the war!!
