Exclusive Galvin Green comp for the forum

[MikeH]

Hi all

we have teamed up with Galvin Green to offer a new rain suit to the teller of the best 'Playing in the Rain' story. Rather appropriate given current meteorological conditions!

The idea came to Galvin Green when they were sent this letter by golfer Paul Blake:

'I've had the same Galvin Green PacLite waterproof suit for around seven years. Last weekend I played on an Invitation day with three others who were wearing rival brands of waterproofs and it banged it down with rain all day. When we finished, they all had to get changed due to leaking suits, but I was 100% dry and not a single drop got in anywhere. Then last Friday, I played my club singles ko in heavy rain. I had confidence in the suit and the rain didn't bother me. I'm off 7 and played a 10 handicapper. I won 6 & 5 and the suit made the difference. Now I'm saving up for a new suit and can easily justify the additional cost over other premium brands.'

If you have a similar story to Paul, or even a better one, post it on the Forum and I'll pick a winner at the end of the month.

ou don't need to have been wearing Galvin Green suit in yoir story to win, but the wetter the story the better!

The lucky prize winner will be sent a brand new pair of Galvin Green waterproofs from the 2012 range in exchange for their existing rainwear outfit.

 

[rickg]

if a story about MadAdey's £50 white sou'ester Galvin Green hat in the monsoons at Woodhall Spa doesn't win, then there needs to be an inquiry!! :whoo:

In fact, all he needs to do is post a picture of him wearing it.....no - one else then need apply.....:clap:

 

[doc333]

March 2010 and our anual golf trip to the Algarve. Myself and wife plus another couple had splashed out (Very apt) on a decent hotel away from the usual marina area, and had booked some great courses including val Do Lobo Ocean & Royale. It was the wettest march on record and many of the courses were struggling under the non stop rain. None of us had packed waterproofs as it's always great weather normally. all of us were really struggling around VDL Royale and its a fantastic track and we didn't want to just pack it in, and its not the cheapest either. When we finally got finished we were all looking like Jedward rejects, and had to go straight into the pro shop to buy anything that got us out of our wet clothes. Obviously whilst we were in the shop, we were checking out waterproofs as the weather was set in for the whole week and tommorow we were at San Lorenzo where it really can blow. All ended up with nice new waterproofs, except me as I couldn't find anything that fit, except some ladies putrid sky blue nonbrand garbage stuff. I had to do something so handed over the cash, and as expected my playing partners were warm and dry whilst I was again shivering and wet through, because this nonbrand garbage was taking on more water than the Titanic. A great week but went through about a dozen gloves and the hotel verandahs were all full of bags, clubs, headcovers, towels, waterproofs all drying out each day. The hotel from outside looked like a shanty town because of all the wet kit.

 

[CMAC]

I used to play in many 36 hole amateur tournaments and in Scotland there's a high probability it will rain, so the goretex waterproofs are always in the bag.

The forecast one weekend was particularly wet so donned my black goretex suit before the round, pulled the trouser cord tightly round my waist, sealed the cuffs, zips up and popper studs firmly pressed , collar up, ready!

It absolutely lashed down but as we were on a links the fairways and greens coped well, and so was I as I felt pretty warm and comfortable for the first round despite the conditions. Back in the locker rooms now to change for a quick lunch before round 2, my fellow players took their waterproofs off to hang up and formed large puddles beneath the hanging garments with the amount of water running off them, but they were surprisingly dry underneath. I dis-robed and hung mine over a chair when one of my playing partners asked if I'd had an 'accident'? my cream trousers were a very grey wet colour down to the knees and when I took my jumper off you could wring out a cupfull of beautiful Scottish water. As we were playing in July I had felt comfortable no doubt as I was warm and very moist!

With no change of clothes I had to sit embarrassed through lunch and play in wet waterproofs for round 2 but this time they felt cold and wet and very difficult to put back on. My partners were both wearing Galvin Green waterproofs and told me situations like mine are exactly why they made the investment. I swore I was getting a set asap but as the weather improved I didn't take heed and have stuck with my waterproofs and avoided playing in the rain, much to my loss.

 

[AllyLodge]

Last year, me and 3 others ventured out to lamberhurst GC on what was supposed to be a nice day. Instead, there were >25mph wind and torrential rain. They were all prepared with waterproofs and rain gloves, whereas I had no waterproofs or even a glove ! Never mind, I thought. I played an acceptable 11 holes until we reached the 12th. If you have never played lamberhurst, the 12th is a 200yd par 3, with a small lake in front of the tee box. The group in front of us were quite slow so the group behind us had already approached the tee and were looking slightly peeved. I was first to tee off, and took out a 3 iron. To this day, I still have no idea why I chose that club. I adressed the ball, with wind and rain blowing my bag over through my practice swing. When I was ready, I took an almighty swing at it and hit a great shot. Nice high draw, to about 25ft. However, in the process of this, I had released slightly too much, with the 3 iron flying out of my hands and stuck in the trees, 5 metres above us. My mates were on the floor crying there eyes out, whilst I stood there sheepishly almost as red as a tomato.
When we finished the round, I quickly rushed home to dry off and save the embarrassment till later. I now never go out to play golf without checking if I have my glove, and an umbrella !
After that day, I vowed to get a good set of waterproofs, but alas the set I bought did not survive the wet weather we've had this year

-Alex

 

[Jay Nause]

So im fresh back from my golf lessons and am feeling brave about playing my two good friends the Lewis brothers , I went out Saturday morning alone and played quite badly trying to get used to my new swing , had a few snowmen on the card and was itching to get back out and shoot a better score. Lewis one calls me and says he`ll be round at three to pick me up , “what about Lewis two?” I enquire , “hes getting some sleep first and says hes not going if it rains” says his older bruv . Happy days . Im watching the forecast and it says thirty percent chance of rain at three pm , forty percent chance at four pm and so on until ten in the night when it reports a hundred percent chance of rain.
Im all ready to go at three , looks a bit blowy but not to bad , still waiting at four o clock , looking like a spare part on the sofa , there is now a few spits of rain in the air and im becoming increasingly frustrated , moaning to my gf about how there going to wait for it to piss down before they turn up etc , etc . Then I receive a text saying Lewis two just woken up , will be round at five , grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . Five o clock comes and im on the doorstep looking at my watch like Andy Caps wife . This is beyond a joke I say to gf , moan moan moan we`ll be lucky to get round before dark and the encroaching thunderstorm . Five past five I hear the unmistakable exhaust note of Lewis two`s camper van , “at last” I say diving out the door to find it properly raining now , into the van and off . Rain getting a bit harder by now as we all pile onto the first tee . Me in my bright yellow waterproof cycling coat and two bob Dunlop golf shoes , them both wearing workmans waterproofs and fur lined pilots hats and great gallumping steel toecapped boots . There is no way they would be allowed on a private course in their garb and rightly so they both look like they should be digging up roads . By now the weather really is getting wet and a nasty wind is beginning to creep into proceedings . We finish the first and are all giving it the “its only water , wont stop the hardcore from playing etc etc “ Lewis one mumbles something about “it might clear up in a bit “ I show him the thirty , forty, fifty percent thing on my phone , “oh dear “ they both say together . On top of this Lewis two is having a really bad start to the round and rememeber he didn’t really want to go anyway and said earlier he wouldn’t go if it rained etc , lol . By the fifth it is absolutely chucking it down monsoon style , my shoes have given up the ghost long ago and dampness is spreading through my socks . Lewis two by now is looking at me with the most sour expression I have ever seen on a human , like a bulldog licking piss off a stinging nettle as they say . He then tops another tee shot and I think hes going to kill someone in a moment . Meanwhile me and Lewis one are having a fairly decent round which makes the weather seem not too bad . The fifteenth is where Lewis two just starts walking to the sixteenth tee after not holing out we watch him teeing off with no thought for honours or owt like that, by the time we are teeing off on the sixteenth he has gotten onto the seventeenth and is teeing off from there , we are teeing off on the eighteenth when hes sitting in his van scowling presumably , the weather by now is mental , horizontal rain and high winds we have stopped talking long ago and all the bravado has stopped as we limp round the last hole . I have been doing the scoring on my I phone which if you have ever tried to use in the rain , you will know how much of a tricky proposition a wet touchscreen is . Anyway as we are walking back to the van im putting in the last scores for the eighteenth . I call out to Lewis two “hey Dave what did you get on the seventeenth and eighteenth holes “ I see his finger begin to rise up in defiance and just as I clock it , I stumble and my phone sails through the air and lands in a hollow which of course is like a swimming a pool , I pick myself up and run to retrieve it as I pick it up all I can hear is a deep low chuckle from inside the van , phone dead I look up to see a beaming Lewis two smiling from ear to ear for the first time all evening . Its dark as we drive home drenched from head to toe .

 

[Region3]

As Rick mentioned above, the Woodhall Spa forum meet this year wasn't played in the best of weather.

The Sunday saw us tackling the Hotchkin course in the worst conditions I have ever played in. Hard men were making their excuses, not many wanted to play.

I don't actually know what constitutes 'torrential' rain or 'gale force' winds, but it was VERY windy and the rain was VERY persistent.
Even before we started a quality umbrella had been turned inside out and discarded in the waste bin by the first tee.
Walk into the rain and it stung your face, much like I imagine being shotblasted with small glass beads to be.

My mindset was that I wasn't going to be the one to cry off when the rest of my group were (or at least outwardly so) determined to play, so on went the extra jumper and waterproof top and bottoms, waterproof cap underneath a beanie, wet weather gloves on and I was set to go.

The first 3 holes were horrible. All uphill (or seemed like it), straight into the wind and rain and I'll admit that I wouldn't have been too upset if the rest of our group had decided to call it a day.
One of the worst feelings was to do with the collar on my jacket. It gets cold and wet then when the wind catches it it's like someone slapping you repeatedly in the cheek with a glove. Aaaarrrgghhhhhh!!!!!!

After those first few holes though, something strange happened. I started to enjoy it. Really enjoy it.

Obviously I had some great company which always helps, but once I'd accepted the fact that I was out in it for another few hours and that the golf might not be as good as usual, it was really very relaxing.
There's something strangely therapeutic about walking along in the rain but equipped to withstand it. It also added to the splendid feeling of isolation that you get on a great golf course.

The conditions didn't really let up all the way round. One of our group (and others as we later found out) was seen chasing his umbrella down the fairway, finally giving up with the words "I can't run as fast as it's blowing away!". Thankfully it got caught up in bushes near the green.
My umbrella was securely fastened to my trolley to avoid that situation. The only thing I had to do was to pick my trolley up off the floor 4 or 5 times after the wind had caught the brolly with a gust and turned the whole lot on it's side.

Getting changed afterwards I had a small damp patch on the back of the collar on my shirt, and my feet/socks were absolutely drenched as my shoes have a great big hole in the top where I put my feet!
Apart from that, perfectly dry.
I wish I could've said the same for the contents of my golf bag.

I always used to dread playing in the rain, but after this experience it won't bother me one little bit. I'd even go as far as to say I'm looking forward to it.

 

[elliottlale]

My first round of golf ever also coincided with my first ever deployment to The Falkland Islands in 2009. Now i doubt many members (if any) have played this golf course, but having never played a full 18 holes before, i thought the green fee of £5 was great!! So on a nice sunny, but windy day in the middle of August, 18 members of HMS Portland got on the mini-bus to Port Stanley, and avoiding the sheep and mine fields, made our way to the Club.
It was more of a learner game for me, learning the ropes of this fine game, but one that ultimately got me hooked on the game and made a round to remember. Now the club is in a safe area, not much chance of hitting any balls into any mine fields, but the sheep are EVERYWHERE!!! just no chance to keep them out. But what really stood out was the weather!! Having never been to the Islands before, and seeing it was a lovely day, i wrapped up in warm gear, but what was to come was far worse than anyone could have expected.
Now the seasons chance almost every 10 minutes on the islands, i doubt anyone has experienced wind like it is there (not even amongst the Scottish members here) but it was HOWLING just after teeing off, so bad that the Euro Fighters stationed on the Islands were grounded, in fact, probably the only people out were us golfers!! By the 5th hole, the wind had died a little, some people were still hitting driver, driver in to short par 3s!
But soon the rain and the hailstones started!!! and these arent hail stones like the ones in the UK, there are almost golf balls falling from the sky and rain drops the size of peas pouring down!! So, we are ALL soaked to the bone, peoples trolley are being thrown around and im thinking that everyone normal hits a driver onto a Par 3 at 150 yds or wedges onto long par 4s (didnt think about the wind assist!!!).
I think we managed about 5 holes before we realised the other groups had gone in, the sheep were in hibernation and even the seals had packed it in!
We soon departed only to be stranded at the club for the next 9 hours due to all roads on the islands being closed!!
With out a doubt the wettest day of golf ever!!!!!!
Looking forward to my next deployment there to discover the 6th tee and hopefully further!!!!

 

[muttleee]

If you want really seriously soaking, sopping wet...did you hear the one about the Americans who decided to play golf in south Wales in September 2010 with Sun Mountain waterproofs? Bet they wish they'd used Galvin Greens.

 

[Ethan]

It was a Friday in June and I was doing a meeting in the morning in Dundee. My 1 handicap colleague said "Lets have a game of golf afterwards. Maybe the New at St Andrews". Great, clubs packed and off we went. Flew up to Edinburgh Airport, cool and a bit damp. Got to Dundee, colder and damper. Had the meeting and headed to St Andrews. Damper, colder and blowier. "He'll never play in this" we concluded. Wrong. Arrived in the New Clubhouse around 12 and asked the guy if there were many people out. He looked at me like I had asked him to sell me his first born son, and he looked at the wind meter on the wall showing 40-45 mph. "What do you f***ing think?", he asked. I took that as an indication the course was quiet. And it was, apart from three eejits (us) who set off in the wind and rain. The first is a 350yard par 4. My 1 handicap mate, who is a pretty long hitter, hit a 1 iron off the tee and the same for his second, and was still short. There was one birdie on the front 9, which was a drive, 3 wood and 5 iron and lucky putt on a short par 5. par 3 of 185 yards, we all hit driver. All short. I played one shot on the Old, a shot which hooked on the wind and blew over. Despite the fence prohibiting crossing over, I decided to go for it and hit my ball back onto the New. So I have a career total of 1 shot on the Old.

So the front 9 was hard going, but then we entered the "It can't get any worse" zone. Or was it "we think it can't get any worse ..". We were soaked to the skin, the tide had come in to my shoes and my 1 handicap mate was playing with his towel wrapped around the grip " If I ever get in, I am giving up golf" he swore several times. And he swore (the other sort) quite a lot more times. The back 9 was playing downwind, so we though there would be some respite from the struggle of playing into the wind. Oh no, now every shot bounded through the green like a superball on a hard floor.

We all ended up drenched, frozen and with a score like Gary Sobers facing a village cricket team. I packed the whole wet lot up and took them back to the airport, and then punished them by leaving them in the boot for about a fortnight. Haven't been back to St Andrews since.

I don't remember what brand the waterproof were (not Galvin Greens, for sure) but whatever they were, they probably saved me less than 5 minutes dryness compared with being out there bollock naked. I may have thrown them away soon after.

 

[Golfmmad]

It was a wet miserable Sunday morning, as we were all standing in the club house hoping to play the Medal one day last year.

There was a sudden break in the clouds, so we all decided to go for it. I was drawn to play with one of the slowest golfers in the club but didn't mind, he's a nice guy! All was fine on the first tee, as I looked up and preyed the rain would stay away.
But by the time we'd reached the 2nd tee the heavens opened up.

By the time we got to the 7th I said to my playing partners, "Greens are unplayable now so lets finish off the 8th and walk in after 9". No one disagreed!

What happened next left me gobsmacked!

My playing partner, the slow one, had laid up to just in front of the green on the 9th, about 20 yds back,
AND THEN GOT OUT HIS GPS FLIPPING DEVICE, just picture the scene,

The rain was lashing it down and also the wind had got up too, we'd all decided to finish after 9 and were all soaked to the skin looking like drowned rats and there he was looking at the damn device to see how far he had to go.

I'm sure had I been in Galvin Greens I still would have wanted to wrap the device round his.......

 

[louise_a]

My playing in the rain story was last week, My partner and I were out early in the morning, set off in the rain and after a few holes I noticed we were the only people on the course, we carried on through rain and a couple of really bad downpours to complete our rounds only to find about 20 sat in the clubhouse watching us. They had decided to cancel the comp due to the weather.

not much of a story but the only one I have.

 

[North Mimms]

It was a Friday in June and I was doing a meeting in the morning in Dundee. My 1 handicap colleague said "Lets have a game of golf afterwards. Maybe the New at St Andrews". Great, clubs packed and off we went. Flew up to Edinburgh Airport, cool and a bit damp. Got to Dundee, colder and damper. Had the meeting and headed to St Andrews. Damper, colder and blowier. "He'll never play in this" we concluded. Wrong. Arrived in the New Clubhouse around 12 and asked the guy if there were many people out. He looked at me like I had asked him to sell me his first born son, and he looked at the wind meter on the wall showing 40-45 mph. "What do you f***ing think?", he asked. I took that as an indication the course was quiet. And it was, apart from three eejits (us) who set off in the wind and rain. The first is a 350yard par 4. My 1 handicap mate, who is a pretty long hitter, hit a 1 iron off the tee and the same for his second, and was still short. There was one birdie on the front 9, which was a drive, 3 wood and 5 iron and lucky putt on a short par 5. par 3 of 185 yards, we all hit driver. All short. I played one shot on the Old, a shot which hooked on the wind and blew over. Despite the fence prohibiting crossing over, I decided to go for it and hit my ball back onto the New. So I have a career total of 1 shot on the Old.

So the front 9 was hard going, but then we entered the "It can't get any worse" zone. Or was it "we think it can't get any worse ..". We were soaked to the skin, the tide had come in to my shoes and my 1 handicap mate was playing with his towel wrapped around the grip " If I ever get in, I am giving up golf" he swore several times. And he swore (the other sort) quite a lot more times. The back 9 was playing downwind, so we though there would be some respite from the struggle of playing into the wind. Oh no, now every shot bounded through the green like a superball on a hard floor.

We all ended up drenched, frozen and with a score like Gary Sobers facing a village cricket team. I packed the whole wet lot up and took them back to the airport, and then punished them by leaving them in the boot for about a fortnight. Haven't been back to St Andrews since.

I don't remember what brand the waterproof were (not Galvin Greens, for sure) but whatever they were, they probably saved me less than 5 minutes dryness compared with being out there bollock naked. I may have thrown them away soon after.

I believe Billy Connoly once said
" I have three words for St Andrews... the second and third are St Andrews"

 

[Hobbit]

After a long bout of cabin fever, after a particularly harsh spring, 4 of us were stood in the clubhouse watching the puddle-o-meter in the carpark with resigned expressions. A small tsunami was cascading down the carpark, and the puddle-o-meter was hitting a steady 7 on the Richter scale. It didn't bode well with a chance of reaquainting ourselves with the course.

At least the greens seemed free of water, and there was a glimmer of brightness over the sea. Sod it, we'll give it a go!

We got kitted up and set off the first tee. Laughter from the pro shop and a shout of, "have you guys got armbands and a rubber ring." "Its starting to clear," we shout back and continue onto the tee. Perhaps the sound of singing from the church should have led us to reconsider..."for those that perish on the sea..."

Typically of a links course, once we set off we were heading away from the clubhouse for the next 9 holes, unless commonsense prevailed. Needless to say that by the 4th tee we were in the grip of a tempest..."man the lifeboats. Women and children first."

By the 6th we'd had enough and had turned for home. All the gear was away, heads were down and brollies were up. Hands were freezing by the time we made the locker room, and our senior member wasn't looking too good. This was further evidenced as he started to strip off. There was a sickly blue hue to his skin tone, and he really wasn't moving too well.

Don't panic!! 999, and within minutes there were two burly paramedics there. He was hooked up to the ECG machine. Things were looking better, the machine was making the right noises and there was a relaxed air between the paramedics.

One of them licked his finger and wiped old George's left arm..."yep, the dye in his T-shirt has run. Another false alarm." Followed by much embarrassed laughter.

And the moral of the story; wear a red T-shirt, it just makes you look pink when it runs.

 

[big_russ]

Must be nearly 12 months ago I had to take an unexpected day off mid week as i needed to work a weekend day and I decided I had to play golf as my weekend round would have to be cancelled.
Arrived at the course at about 8.30am and there were a few clouds in the sky. Joined up with an older guy I know and we set off down the first, me in shirt sleeves, and you could see the clouds rolling in from the coast.
As we putted out the rain started and by the time we had teed off on two I was pulling my jacket out of the bag. We reached the 2nd green and umbrellas were up. By the time we had walked to the 3rd tee the heavens were opening and I could see the other chap was looking more and more uncomfortable. I teed off on four and he said he had had enough, shook my hand and started walking back to the clubhouse.
By this time I was in full waterproof mode, jacket, trousers, bucket hat. umbrella and I was still getting wet.
I finished 4 and then missed out 5 and 6 as this took me away from the clubhouse and as I teed off on 7 I could feel the rain running down my back inside my clothes. There are a few dense trees between 7 green and 8 tee so I took a few minutes refuge to a)see if the rain subsided a little and b)wipe the rain from my face and glasses.
I hit my tee shot off 8 and there was an almighty crack of thunder and the rain started even harder. As I looked around I don't know why I was surprised that I was the only one on the course.
I trudged up the fairway to my ball dripping from head to toe, with every foot step I could once again feel the rain running down my back, feet squelching as the waterproofness of my shoes had long been destroyed for the day.
I picked my ball up and walked as fast as I could back to the clubhouse where I was greeted by hearty laughter by the pro and his assistant stood in the shop doorway. I think I even looked at them quite embarrassed as I walked to my car to put my bag away.
I always have a spare shirt and trousers in my locker so went and got changed but I was so wet I had to go commando and sockless as I went for a warming coffee in the clubhouse.

Crazy thing was that after I got home I was set having my dinner and the sun was streaming through the front window. Next thing the phone rang and it was the pro asking if I was coming back to finish my round off. I just laughed, said no and put the phone down.

Those waterproofs ( began with S) were never the same again after the punishment that they received that day and they have been consigned to dog walking duties ever since.

 

[Imurg]

Years ago my playing Partner Andy and me went to a Golf Show at the NEC Birmingham.
They had all the major manufacturers there and had built a range over the lake.
On the day we went the weather was a bit iffy to start but not too bad.
Looking at the program, Monty was due to give a clinic (which involved trying to land a ball on floating targets in the lake) just after the TaylorMade long driver team gave a demo.
This was when the Taylormade Bubble 2 Ti driver had just come out, the hugest head you'd seen so far and a, back then anyway, equally huge price tag.
The range bays were naturally busy during the day so we hatched a plan to go to the TM stand as the Long Drive team and Monty were doing their bit - the bays would be quiet and we could test the clubs in our own time.
The plan worked
We went straight to the TM Rep and came away with a bucket of balls each and a brand new Bubble 2 Ti driver to try.
As the Celebs were using the covered end of the range, we had to go on the open bays - not normally a problem but now it had started to rain.
I don't seem to be affected by damp grips so it didn't worry me at all. We began bashing away, glancing over to the rapidly filling stand behind the Main Event.
The rain got harder. We didn't want to stop as we may not have got another chance to test these clubs - so we carried on.
2 minutes later, with increasingly wet hands, Andy tried to out-bomb the Long Drive Team. Unfortunately, there wasn't quite enough friction between his hands and the grip. The club flew out of his hands, did half a dozen cart-wheels in mid-air before diving into the lake with an alarmingly loud Splosh!
The whole Stand, The Long Drive Team and Monty looked round to see which idiot had thrown a 300 quid club into a lake - my mate Andy!
Nobody saw me as I was rolling around the floor trying really hard not to wet myself.
Andy just stood there.
Eventually he trudged over to the Rep to apologise - the Rep met him halfway and told him not to worry as there were already 6 clubs at the bottom of the lake. By the end of the show, apparently, they sent a diver in to collect them all - he came out with 15.........

Andy has never, to my knowledge, even held a Taylormade club since such is the mental scarring that remains to this day.

 

[grumpyjock]

It was in August last year and the Annual Old Farts tour from work was organised and we arrived at the club house.
I will not say where but it was just outside Manchester and the day after the riots there.
The weather was dry but overcast warm and humid, all was arranged with buggies for the 2 rounds with lunch at 1.
We set off and by the time we reached the fifth tee it was looking dark and forboding over the bleak skyline.
Well the rain came down with a vengence but we were all prepaired out came the trusty waterproofs, not used since we had the memorable round at Aviemore with the GM road trip.
Around the turn it was starting to feel damp down the back and around the ankles, by the time we got back to the clubhouse for lunch it was wet and misrable me.
Across the tables at lunch we debated if it was going to be playable and decided to chance it.
Off we set and the rain came down even harder by the time we reached the ninth green there was a river running, putting up the ball came back to my feet with the water.
Abandoned match and back to the clubhouse a change of clothes awaited so shower and feeling refreshed went on to the next location for the rest of the trip.
Phoned HID at night and said I shall have to go and purchase a new set of waterproofs as my set was letting in the rain, was informed that the last time I had left them in the airing cupboard to dry off she had put them in the wash as they looked kind of dirty.
All the proofing had been washed out with the detergent I never knew.
So beware fellow golfers do not leave your wet weather gear anywhere near a woman.
Do as I now do and dry it in the garage where only I have the key.
£200 wasted because she washed the gear.

 

[North Mimms]

It was in August last year and the Annual Old Farts tour from work was organised and we arrived at the club house.
I will not say where but it was just outside Manchester and the day after the riots there.
The weather was dry but overcast warm and humid, all was arranged with buggies for the 2 rounds with lunch at 1.
We set off and by the time we reached the fifth tee it was looking dark and forboding over the bleak skyline.
Well the rain came down with a vengence but we were all prepaired out came the trusty waterproofs, not used since we had the memorable round at Aviemore with the GM road trip.
Around the turn it was starting to feel damp down the back and around the ankles, by the time we got back to the clubhouse for lunch it was wet and misrable me.
Across the tables at lunch we debated if it was going to be playable and decided to chance it.
Off we set and the rain came down even harder by the time we reached the ninth green there was a river running, putting up the ball came back to my feet with the water.
Abandoned match and back to the clubhouse a change of clothes awaited so shower and feeling refreshed went on to the next location for the rest of the trip.
Phoned HID at night and said I shall have to go and purchase a new set of waterproofs as my set was letting in the rain, was informed that the last time I had left them in the airing cupboard to dry off she had put them in the wash as they looked kind of dirty.
All the proofing had been washed out with the detergent I never knew.
So beware fellow golfers do not leave your wet weather gear anywhere near a woman.
Do as I now do and dry it in the garage where only I have the key.
£200 wasted because she washed the gear.

You can buy stuff to re-waterproof them - brands I have used are Nikwax and Storm, you can buy from hiking , camping outdoors type of shops.
Best to keep them away from your wife anyway!

 

[Phil2511]

One very wet and windy Sunday morning not long after i had started playing myself and a mate were just coming off our first green heading to the second tee, which is just beside the 6th Green. As we were walking we heard a man yell to his wife and then saw a Powakaddy trolley with Umbrella on the holder go across the 6th green towards the mans wife.
She attempted to stop the trolley but because it was so wet her hand slipped and caught the speed controller turning it up to full and the next we see is the trolley speeding off the back of the green and down into the ditch I don't know what wet gear the man had on but he would have been better off with a set of waders cos he was bogged up to the eyeballs.
Needless to say he was not a happy camper and the grief his wife got was that bad she has never played with him ever since lol.

 

[Crow]

I was playing a solo round on holiday a few years ago when the heavens opened. I got out the Galvin Greens and carried on regardless but the rain just kept coming and coming. Soon the greens were flooded and water was flowing along the fairways, coming over the tops of my shoes, running down my neck and getting my hair wet.

The water continued to rise to dangerous levels and I quickly realised that I was in danger of drowning so fast action was needed. I took off my Galvin Greens, knotted the ends to seal them and then, using copious lungfuls of air, I blew them up and stuffed them into my carry bag to make it buoyant. Next I fashioned a couple of rowlocks from my MacWets, sat astride the bag and using my driver and 3 wood, started rowing towards the clubhouse. I was by now not only soaking wet but also freezing cold as I wasn’t wearing trousers under my Galvin Greens and my boxers weren’t exactly well insulating.

I’d made it halfway down the 17[SUP]th[/SUP] fairway when I was met by the Club Captain in a rowing boat, “Thank goodness” I thought “and how courteous to row out and rescue a helpless visitor”. But no, rather than rescuing me he’d come out to tell me that I was improperly dressed and must leave the course immediately.

I rowed directly back to the car park, which meant traversing four more holes before I finally made it back to my car, which luckily was high and dry. I disembarked from my carry bag, took my makeshift boat apart and was pleased to find that, in spite of everything the day had thrown at me, the lining of the Galvin Greens was still perfectly dry.