Shower...change....rush... and yes, I was on the tee at the allotted time but it was not the leisurely walk, plus time to swing a club and practise a few putts that I prefer. my partners for the day were Rick and Dan and they were much more organised than I was. They did though ask me to tee off first (Mr Captain, over to you...) and no, the first shot did not find the fairway.... It all went from bad to worse when on the 3rd, I missed what must have been the shortest putt ever, as my mind wandered... focus, boy!
Fortunately, I got my act together in the second half so that my score at the end of the day was vaguely respectable, helped by a stunning birdie on the treacherous par-3 12th: a great tee shot to within 3 feet! I now started to regret the fact that had not put my money into the 2s competition....
Throughout the day, we played into howling gales, making holes 2 and 13 a real slog, but allowing 15 to be a relatively simple hot onto the green. We were staggered to get back and find that someone had beaten their handicap by 7 shots... wow...!
After playing, I was invited to join some friends for lunch: Paul, a former playing member at the Club, was in town on a business trip and was reconnecting with the Burhill social scene. We had a very pleasant meal (thanks, Karel, for the recommendation: the cod with chorizo was delicious!) accompanied by a glass or two of Rioja, topped of with a "cleansing ale" (a new concept to me!).
Lizzie Prior was unavailable so Sarah stood in and collected lots of silverware! |
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