Day 233 - West Byfleet Bobs

Up bright an early this morning: left the house at 05:30 to deliver Mrs L to Gatwick for her flight to Portugal. She is off there with a group of Ladies from Burhill for a few days golf and relaxation, which sounds great fun!

I got back home just in time for a swift turnaround and then back into the car to meet up at West Byfleet Golf Club for coffee prior to our return match against their seniors, the Bobs.   We had won the home match earlier in the year by an embarassingly wide margin and it was very soon obvious that our opponents had not forgotten about the result and were up for revenge.

Ian and I were paired against the same opposition as the home game, where we had had an honourable tie.  That was not to be the case today however, as the Burhill team went 2 up after just 2 holes and pretty much hung onto the lead for the remaining 16 holes.  Our Byfleet opposition tried everything they could: good conversation, jokes in abundance and even an excellent egg and sausage bap at the halfway hut all proved to no avail - on the day, Ian and I were too strong. He drove imperiously all day and I managed three up-and-downs from 100 yards - they didn't really stand a chance...

We played the game in glorious autumnal weather: no wind, blue skies throughout and, whilst it was a bit nippy first thing, by the middle of the day we had warm sunshine too: what a great way of spending a Friday!  A fine carvery lunch followed, washed down with the news that Burhill had prevailed by 4 1/2 to 3 1/2, so not as good as the home leg but very respectable nonetheless.

I then headed off for Reading for dinner with my aunt and uncle, where my son joined us too. The traffic was Friday-miserable and, whilst I mused over the one glass of wine that I would permit myself because I was driving, my aunt made the brilliant offer of a bed for the night... no having to drive back in the dark, an extra glass of win: it was a very short decision process!  Cheers!