A spring afternoon on the old fairways at Olinda

A Saturday afternoon at the old Olinda golf course in October, with friends and their goldens along. Four dogs spread out across the old fairways, each at their own speed.

This was one of those days where the company made it. The dogs ran, regrouped, ran again, all without any help from us. The old turf is thick and springy and it takes a gallop properly, and the slopes wore them out in a way a flat oval never does.

Pepsi: A fairway with three goldens on it is my kind of maths. Everyone runs, nobody leaves, and the grass is better than anywhere we get taken on a Tuesday.

I came home with almost no clean photos of our own two, because nearly every shot on the grass has friends in it. Good for a diary, bad for a photo set. The ones here are the survivors.

By late afternoon the shade had gone cold, even in spring sun, and it was time for home.

Going yourself? The Old Olinda Golf Course page has the off-lead map, the rules and parking.