Day 83 - Spring Meeting

After three days away from a golf course, I was looking forward to today: the Gold and Spring Medals, on the first day of the Spring Meeting.  The former is played off the tips of the golf course: the Black tees which measures just short of 7,000 yards - not easy, and all the less so when the wind blows (again!).  The field for this competition tends unsurprisingly to be made up of the better players: I forewent this opportunity and played instead with the bulk of members in the Spring Medal, that is on the same New Course but instead off the White tees, some 400 yards shorter.

The course may have been shorter, but the wind was no less of a factor... I started off scruffily, leaking a few shots until we got to the 5th which I managed to birdie, then sandy-parred the 6th and the 7th and started to dream... all of which was fine until a triple bogey on the 15th and a disastrous 7 on the final par 3...: the joys of medal stroke play!

We made good time, getting around in a shade over 4 hours so that we were back in the Clubhouse before 1 o'clock, yet it wasn't until almost 5 pm that I eventually headed home. The sun came out, the temperature rose: the opportunity to sit outside on the terrace and shoot the breeze and solve a few of the world's problems was too good to miss.

But get home eventually I did. And was very pleased to see that work had clearly been carried out on repairing the trenches from the day before: not all finished, but definitely a step in the right direction.
 
Everyone else at home was still feeling the after-effects of the Election Night, so a lazy evening watching the golf from Sawgrass was just what the doctored ordered...