The Lady Golfer 5

It was a perfect mid-summer day. After breakfast we drove a few miles into the Wolds and changed into walking boots. The paths and byways across the English countryside were dry and almost empty of people. We stopped to kiss under the shade of mighty oaks and walked hand in hand where the path was wide enough.

'Does it feel funny to you? Us, I mean,' she said as we took a break to have some coffee, sitting in the grass of a meadow.

'You mean our age difference?'

'Mostly, yes.'

'I don't actually know how old you are.'

'No,' she laughed. 'You were very gentlemanly when it was my birthday. You never asked.' She paused. 'I'm fifty-one. What about you?'

'I'll be twenty-nine in September,' I said, surprised. I'd thought she was older.

'Only just over twenty-two years between us then. That's less than the French President and his wife.'

'Or Joan Collins and her husband,' I added.

'There you go then.' She suddenly went serious. 'Do you want to have a relationship with me? I mean after last ni