Wrinkles Galore

People ask me if I play golf. My reply is that I own a bag of clubs and walk around a course once or twice a week. It is good exercise, but I used to think it the most frustrating activity imaginable. Astronomical imaging wins hands down! There is no doubt that if it can go wrong it will go wrong. On top of this, being domiciled in central England, I have probably chosen one of the least favorable sites for the activity in the world (Seattle excepted—I see that Mark-de-Reget of that town has now gone robotic to New Mexico). Perhaps I may recite just a few of the mishaps that have befallen me.