There was such a lovely sense of being marooned on a 
mischievous oasis down at the Greystones Bowling Club 
this afternoon that myself and Max swung by twice.
In the morning, there were lessons for beginners, as well as 
those who were just getting their regular lawn bowling fix.
Bowling seems to have that kind of effect on people. It’s like chess mixed with a smidgen of physical fitness and a bucketload of cunning. And aim.
Think The Big Lebowski reborn as a naturist. But without the floppy bits.
Having first come into existence back on September 4th, 1985 – when an idealistic young Greystones councillor by the name of Joseph Ignatius Horatio Marjorie 
Sweeney called a meeting to form a committee – The Greystones Bowling Club bounced between The Woodlands Hotel and the La Touche Hotel in its early years before finally landing its 
own little plot of heaven on the side of Burnaby Park.
Just about the mellowist pasttime in Greystones, other than napping in The Cove, we had a chat with club president David Lowen to talk bowling, beautiful weather and, of course, balls.
