High Manor Golf Course, WiltshireDivergence Point: Robert Boyle discovers luminiferous aether is a conduit for raw elemental forces in 1689.
This enhances the progress of science and the British Crown and Empires of Europe for the next three Centuries,
continuing the Victorian Empire towards the 21st Century.
Gentle rolling greens adorned by sand bunkers, woodland and pristine ponds, made the picturesque grounds of the High Manor course an escape for the landed and rich.
Upon the fifth hole two dapper gentlemen surveyed the next challenge, the older man stepping up to his tee and poising himself to swing, a tall man, with a tight head of silver white hair, everything about him was sharp he sported none of the fluffy mains of his society peers even his mutton chops were neat and trimmed close.
His companion a younger man, who from his body language was deferential to the older, waited for the swing, again he had a conservative air about him, his hazel brown hair brushed neatly across and an equally tidy beard, completed the ensemble.
His eyes narrowed as the older man drew back and swung, the golf ball launched into an upward arc, a powerful shot that unfortunately overshot the hole by easily a hundred yards.
“Damn, should have used the Five Wood” muttered the old man, handing his Eight wood back to his caddy while delivering the poor man a baleful look.
Fortunately the caddy had wisely neglected to advise the gentleman on his choice, but undoubtedly was still to blame for not doing so.
“A stout shot nether the less” commented the younger
“Fawning and supplication are akin to begging” said the older man “Tools of the weak and underclassed!”
The younger man allowed himself a discreet smile, his companion was on the whole impossible, so any comment would have suffered rebuke.
He stepped forward drawing his Six Wood, a broad swing and send the ball promptly onto the green adjacent to the fifth hole, the older man grunted, the caddies gathered their tees and they strolled down towards their respective balls.
“How proceeds our plans in Cornwall?” asked the Older man
“They proceed slowly, Falmouth’s influence with the farmers is more persuasive than we imagined!” the younger man replied
“He was underestimated?” sneered the older man
“Without being impertinent you said that he would not prove difficult” retorted the younger
“Fair enough” replied the older man
“It seems his knowledge of farming and mud grants him influence, the yokels respect him”
“Hmmmph” grunted the older “Then we’ll orchestrate from the Capital, more than one committee that we can use to our advantage, we can easily strip Triganorin’s land advantage through our grasp of the law”
As the pair arrived at the hole, they spied Sir Tristan Triganorin or Lord Falmouth stroll over the top of the fairway, accompanied by his Caddie.
The two men silently awaited him until he arrived, Falmouth looked puzzled
“Morning chaps, thought we started at nine sharp?”
The older man smiled “You really must talk to your secretary Tristan, my man called last week changed to eight” he patted Falmouth on the shoulder
“Still all here now, you’ll soon catch up”