It's one of the great sporting events and takes place every two years.
It's a golf contest between Europe and USA which in itself seems quite pointless but somehow it works.
We all shout and holler for men we would never support. Men from Spain, Italy, Sweden, France and anywhere else in Europe that plays golf, and the UK and Ireland of course.
This is the same Europe that we walked out on from an economic point of view but, when it comes to golf, well in the words of one of my favourite bands The Strawbs we are all still very much "Part of the Union."
It's thought to be a great honour for golfers to be picked to represent (well here I can't say either country or continent. I'm not quite sure what they do represent. One team does represent a continent or a group of countries whilst the other team represents a country but not an entire continent). Gets confusing doesn't it. The cup goes back as far as 1927 when it was a competition between Great Britain and USA, but the Americans dominated it so much that in 1979 good old Great Britain gathered together another multi million load of players and took in Europe. But it's a great honour for them to be picked to represent someone or other.
The celebrations on winning are as mad as any seen on sport and it's so easy to get carried along on the wave of euphoria.
Of course golf is still looked upon as a gentle person's game. One of the American players hooked a tee shot and used an expletive.
"We apologise for the bad language. It really was uncalled for'" said the rather self righteous commentator.
I never swore when I used to play golf simply because I either sliced, hooked or topped virtually every shot and so I would quickly have run out of expletives.
It's a funny old thing. One of the players refused to wear a cap this year allegedly because he thought players should be paid for playing whereas traditionally money from the event has been given to charity after all professional golfers at that level aren't short of a Bob or two. The player involved said he wasnt wearing a cap because it wouldn't fit.
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Regular readers will know I'm intrigued by the history of places on the North Norfolk coast. Weybourne seems to be a particularly intriguing place. I've come across the phantom ghostly smuggler whistling to warn his mates on the beach that the authorities are coming, the luxury hotel by the railway track that is now no more and yesterday the couple who lived in Weybourne Mill who were thought to be German spies during the Second World War. They behaved in a very suspicious way during the war. You can read about this and much more on the excellent Hidden Norfolk Facebook page.
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I love finding things with historical heritage even when they are worth very little.
We were recently given a bag of old coins. Amongst the old pennies, threepenny pieces, pesatas and lots else was what turned out to be a George 111 gaming token. It was thin and rather dirty but, after we had cleaned it up, we could see the date of 1701.
So we thought we had something on our hands over 300 years of age and issued during the reign of Farmer George. But not so. They are Victorian tokens issued between 1875 and 1878. They were issued by William Charles Bagnall and Co of Birmingham
For some reason they were designed to replicate gold guineas issued during the reign of George 111. So what we have is just 150 years old but it's still interesting even taking into account the fact it's only worth a fiver at the most and probably less.