On Wednesday, Marvin and Edward arrived as scheduled at the Hampstead Heath golf course, unluckily it had started to drizzle, leaving the ground damp and obviously not a good day for a golf competition.
"Golf, you see, has its own way of being played in the rain. For example, this club gets wet and it's not easy to swing with force, so you need to play the ball as close as possible—this really tests your skill..."
Sir Sander was riding his horse, discussing the 'art' of golf with the surrounding nobility, who were attired in tweed vests and leather jackets, the wide-brimmed hats on their heads shielding most of the rain, and their bootlegs tightly fastened to prevent the rain from seeping into their boots...
In contrast, the caddies were far less elegant, holding the nobles' golf clubs and following on foot behind the horses, their clothes completely soaked by the rain, yet not daring to utter a single complaint.
