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These photos epitomises New Zealand's friendliness and ingenuity. I was walking round my new neighborhood when I saw this sign for bowling and croquet. Croquet gives me a warm fuzzy feeling. My Dad went to London in the 1950s, and he played croquet. Croquet conjured pictures of victorian ladies in white gloves, and long dresses. I wondered why Dad and his friend from Gibraltar would play such a feminine game. He replied it was a game of precision.
I eventually got to try a game when I went to Christchurch. It wasn't easy, and a great game for friends.
On Friday, as I was taking photos at the club, this gentleman Frank came, he invited me to come and play, and to the tournament that was taking place during the weekend. I commented about his mallet. He said," I made it myself. It is better than the bought ones."
Croquet is a lawn game, played both as a recreational pastime and as a competitive sport. It involves hitting plastic or wooden balls with a mallet through hoops (often called "wickets" in the US) embedded into the grass playing court.
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9 comments:
Quite a club!
I love croquet!
I use to playing this game when I was younger. Great capture, Happy MYM!
I would like to form a club in Miri!! Thanks for the photos!!
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When I hear croquet, I think of the same things you do! We used to have a set, but shared it with another couple, then never got it back. It is fun! Are you a good player?
I've never played croquet :)
I haven't played this game yet and love to try. Beautiful photos.
I love to play croquet !
I don`t know how to play but I liked this game.
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