Friday, May 1, 2009
When I was a toddler, my dad went to England. There he learnt to play croquet. My imagination of croquet used to be Victorian or Edwardian ladies in white gloves and long skirts hitting a ball with a mallet. Surely, it was such a lady's game and I wondered why my dad would play such a game. It was only when I was a adult that I asked him why.
He replied that it was a misconception that it was a women's game. It needed a lot of precision and accuracy.
These photos were taken in Rotorua. While it is true, many women play, there were men and young people playing as we...