Day 297 - Dog Licence

After a late night last night, it was an early start this morning: leaving the house when it was still dark to get to Burhill in time for an 08:00 start.  We had our fifth Jubilee Goblets match did Diana and I this morning. 

This one was always going to be particularly tough as we were giving lots of shots away To Roland and Jenny, both of whom are rather better golfers than their respective handicaps of 30 and 27 would have you believe.  And so it proved: we won the first hole, which is never a good sign... Conditions were not easy and the Lady Captain's game was not at its best, all of which meant that we were back in the Clubhouse before 11 am.

We ended up losing by a Dog Licence... (explanation to any readers States-side: in old British money, a dog licence used to cost seven shillings and sixpence, otherwise called "seven and six").  It did though give me the opportunity to repeat my newly-learned ditty:

Golf and gloating do not mix,
So if you win my seven and six,
Apologise for what you've done,
And write it down as two and one.

So... we lost 2 and 1....

At least the early finish gave me time for a pint of beer and a sandwich before heading out again. This time around, my partner Lisa and I had our second round match in the Mixed Autumn Foursomes. This was a much better matched game: we were giving just the one shot.

During my lunch break, the weather had taken a turn for the worse: the rain was holding off but the wind had decided to blow like crazy (and how many times have we said that this year?).  Unsurprisingly therefore, the quality of the golf was not the highest, but we were well matched.  Lisa and went down 3 holes early on but got back to level before dropping back again. I managed a chip-in par on the 16th to square the game, but a fine par by them on 17 and then a great up-and-down at the last meant that we had lost by 1 hole.  A shame.. but there's always next year!