Last Saturday I drove from Aylesbury to Farnham Park Golf Club for my latest effort in my society’s golf festival. I travelled mid-morning towards Amersham. Why is it that the BMW, Volvo and Jaguar car thugs on the road insist on trying to bully you when they realise your car is of a smaller build to theirs? Right up your back they zoom, seemingly only a few feet from the rear end and of course, potentially a very dangerous situation.

The signs to Slough appeared and I continued up Gore Hill, my smaller engine’s size complaining to me through a whine not dissimilar to a child who does not get what they want.

Along my car jogged, through a rather dangerous left turning at a roundabout on the outskirts of Beaconsfield. The signs to Farnham were now becoming pronounced and I was I would reach the club in plenty of time for my tee-off. This I duly did and climbed out of my car to be greeted by fellow society members.

We all settled down to our coffee and bacon baps (included in the price of £23.50) and chatted nineteen to the dozen. Now, the curious thing about Farnham Park’s 10th tee is that it is situated just a short distance from where we were all seated and close to the snack bar. Any golfer having a good round on the front nine has to negotiate the noise from spectators such as us and the occasional clanging of the bell that gets you served with your snacks. I must give credit to the players we watched as all of them to a man hit the ball more or less sweetly off the tee. There was one gentleman who wore a particularly ill fitting shirt and shorts combo, when this was topped off with him puffing on a fag as he swung the club, he made for an arresting and amusing sight.

I played a pretty solid game and managed to come in third overall. The winner for the second month in a row was Alison and thoroughly deserved it was too. Dave, the runner up on this occasion was given a little trophy that could pass as a postmaster’s rubber stamp.

A good day was had by all and I made my way home back to Aylesbury. I hit trouble going down Gore Hill. One of the car thugs, a BMW, roared up behind me as I was trying desperately to ride the hill safely. I touched on my brakes but he still kept up my backside. Why do these idiots never learn? When I was a young man with a flash car I never drove up people’s rear. I was taught to respect other road users. I have found in my two years driving in Buckinghamshire that on the whole, Buck’s drivers are some of the worst I have come across. Unbelievable really when you consider I have driven hundreds of thousands of miles around the world in my lifetime.

What bad driving experiences have you come across in Buckinghamshire?