


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...
2 comments:
We used to play croquet in my grandmother's large back yard. It was a very pleasant way to pass a summer afternoon.
i have never actually played a whole game. I tried once but we turned it into a kind of golf thing...when i accidentally hit my cousin in the gut with a ball. good memory lol!
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