Bubbly On The Back Nine

Bubbly On The Back Nine

On our way to golf in Ireland, we stopped in London for a few days. Sunningdale, the classic Willie Park, Jr., course was so close by, we had to play. Making arrangements, we loaded our clubs onto the train and headed for the London suburb. We were welcomed by the insignia for the 1987 Walker Cup, to be hosted there the following week. 


The course was beautiful, lined with lovely manors, and we enjoyed the day. Toward the 11th hole, we found a worn little hut, painted in a darkish green. It was the “sausage shack”, for refreshments during play. We met a local baron, out walking his dog, who had lingered to chat with his friend, the gentlemanly vendor who served us our food. Well, it came out that we were on our honeymoon. Within an instant, the chap in the shack pulls out a chilled bottle of champagne. Then, from under the roughish cupboards up pop four sparkling flutes. Flutes! We are in the middle of nowhere and he has chilled champagne, and four flutes! We all had a toast, finished our sausages, and that was one of the most memorable events of our honeymoon!


 

—Cherie Doyle Riesenberg, St. Paul artist