Rowing race and drunken putters

I spent the morning hanging out by the river, waiting for my son's school rowing race. His boat raced against a boat of older boys who had more rowing experience. Luckily :) one of the boys in the competing boat got a crab, or whatever intense muscle spasms are called that mean you can't continue to row, and my son's boat won easily. Here's my son below -- third from the left:

Hanging out for hours on the riverbank watching the boys row gave me a lot of chances to observe the citizens of Reading at play. People walked by using Nordic walking sticks (it looked odd on a totally flat towpath), some women went by on horseback and started doing dressage nearby, disabled people in wheelchairs or those motorscooters came and went. It was like watching a movie.

Next to me, some men got loose golf balls from the nearby driving range and began to putt them. They weren't really putting, just hitting the balls and drinking beer. Then one of them went off to buy big bottles of cider and more beer, and they got louder and louder. I was wondering what their families thought of them spending five hours in a public park getting drunk and hitting stolen golf balls.