Readers who have been following the trials and tribulations of the Glebers Golf Society will know that Christmas Eve is an extremely important day in their calendar.

Why? Well it is the day that this elite group of golfers gather for their annual festive challenge on the superb links at Tenby. In fact, it is their one and only challenge of the year - hence its great importance.

Readers may also recall that in the year 2007, this annual Yuletide event attracted major headlines - although admittedly for all the wrong reasons.

Sadly, one of the Glebers' stalwarts - indeed one of the society's founders - a certain Mr. Ginger Beynon was forced to retire from the contest somewhat early after suffering a severe case of trench foot, or some other particularly nasty podiatric ailment. And perhaps that was hardly surprising considering the horrendously wet conditions endured by this merry band on that day.

But what a contrast last Wednesday. Ideal weather prevailed over the course, while Ginger (alias Pancho Villa), seemingly fully recovered from his malady, forgot last year's woes to shine through brighter than Caldey lighthouse.

"It's only the second time I've played this year," Ginger kept reminding everyone as he wielded his 'on trial' driver like a man possessed.

Good job, because if he had played any more and got any more points, this bandit would probably have been lynched by the rest of the Glebe mob.

As it was, his 34 points (and that with the odd blob or two) was three clear of his nearest rival and was easily enough to see him regain the coveted Glebers trophy, having won it on at least two previous occasions that the Observer knows about.

In fact, it seems that he can't stop winning the society's awards, as last year's unscheduled exit from the course had earned him the Duffers trophy.

Unfortunately, it appears that that trophy has since gone missing, but if it had been available for presentation this year, it would have been back in the hands of its rightful recipient, yes one Harry Bolton.

It was Harry who had originally donated the trophy - the mounted remains of a broken club - and he was obviously determined to get it back. This was in some considerable doubt, though, as returning from over the line and heading for the 18th, he was heard to remark that he was "playing well," having already amassed an impressive total of six points with still one hole remaining.

Sadly for Harry this turned out to be wrong and following some close scrutiny of his card at the end of the round, the mathematical geniuses discovered that, in fact, he only had five points (no two shots on the second!)... and that was good (bad) enough to take the trophy.

As already mentioned, however, this has gone missing and a new award was to be presented - as suitably modelled in one of our pictures by another Glebers stalwart, Pat Currie.

Unfortunately, Harry was not available to receive it himself at the subsequent awards ceremony at the Glebers HQ at the Evergreen Inn, but no doubt will be donning a natty piece of headgear for next year's Christmas Eve outing of the society!

Watch this space for further adventures of the Glebers!

And who knows, next time out they may also be instantly recognisable in smart new polo shirts. Apparently it is rumoured that Philip Watkins has agreed to sponsor them, provided they are made of chamois leather! We will keep you informed.