Another variation on the bizarre 4somes Greensomes combo. We were two teams of two. Our handicaps were added and halved. A coin was flipped to decide who drove on 1st and odd holes and who on 2nd and evens. I dropped the coin twice and then it stuck to my hand, so we adopted a “I have a 6th tee box phobia at the moment so I’ll go on the 1st then” strategy. Scientific, no?
It was a breezy (or mind bogglingly windy) day, but was nice and warm between the gales. On we tootled on our golfing quest.
My playing partner – the L-Plater H – hit a momentous drive on the 4th – so straight and long that I requested a tea break having hiked the distance to reach the ball to perform a mediocre 2nd shot. L-Plater H’s 3rd was a brilliantly cunning chip over towards the 2nd tee box – it gave me a perfect lie to the edge of the 4th green. Fiendishly clever, L-Plater H.
Another momentous drive from her on the 6th, my 2nd went from one side of fairway to other while her 3rd got me back out onto the fairway for my peachy shot-of-the-day which was up onto the green and considering getting friendly with the pin. Lovely.
Upon the 8th I learned that gambling is, indeed, a sin. For L-Plater H’s drive was caught by the momentous spring breeze and hurled by the evil wind to the gully on the right. The mighty trees batted it back into play (thanks guys) on the tee side of the gully. L-Plater H and I held a mini-team conference – chip out safely or negotiate path through trees for distance? Go for it, she said. And I did. I did so hard that the branch the ball caught screamed in agony and slammed the ball deep into the gully. Lost ball, dropped shot, gambling is bad indeed.
We got to the 9th, where I had my very own baby Monster Drive. But the 9th fairway is afflicted by hilly bits and L-Plater H’s 2nd scooted up and ended up nestled cosy-close to the 4th plaque on the men’s 4th tee box. Putting my brave face on, I strode over clutching my never-used 4 iron to compensate for my stance which would have my bum up in air (no, there wasn’t a total eclipse that day) and the ball beneath my feet. I blanked my mind for focus (didn’t take too long that) and swung. And the ball rolled gently to the edge of the 9th green. I love my 4 iron…
Upon the 14th, the 2nd shot was mine. And, lo, a miracle happened. I set up my usual 5 iron fairway shot, swung and made the ball do Evil Kanevil as it somersaulted backwards about 18”. Never done that before.
There we were at the 16th – L-Plater H’s Monster Drive was just fabulous. My 2nd 5 iron went splish splash splosh into pond. L-Plater H’s 4th went froggy across pond and out the far side. L-Plater H carried the hole and a little feeling of inadequacy was thinking about seeping into my mind.
But, my mind said no, ‘twas full of stuff so away with you, inadequacy. I drove the 17th aiming so far away from the Barrow that the woods were getting nervous. I drove. My banana ball started curving ominously towards the murkiness of the Barrow, we all went noooo and so a mighty tree stepped in and ricocheted the ball back onto the fairway. I stopped hugging the tree to take the 3rd shot. Love the flora and fauna so we do.
Today, L-Plater H graduated to Lady h. Well done her.
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