And Wodehouse played golf here, hence the visit. According to Norman Murphy (chairman of the P.G. Wodehouse Society and author of In Search of Blandings), Wodehouse was a good golfer with a top handicap of 14, but he took more pride in big hitting than in accuracy. “In the stories,” Murphy points out, “You will notice he always takes the side of the chap who hits the ball with ‘a sickening violence’.” The story goes that Wodehouse once lost his ball during a friendly round, and thought no more about it. But when his caddie later announced he’d found the ball 300 yards from the tee (300 yards!), he celebrated as if he had won a medal.
“I killed him with my niblick,” said Celia.
I nodded. If the thing was to be done at all, it was unquestionably a niblick shot.