11.30 9-hole stroke was the order of the day. The Lovely Lady-C gamely stayed on and agreed to play even after she realised it were only me.
Away we went, Lady-C back after a break and me consistently annoying like a chronic toothache. 1st was bad. 2nd was worse. 3rd was okeley-dokeley. So buoyed up by this that I hit an absolute beast of an 8 iron from the 4th fairway bang onto the green. I had been aware of the presence of The Guru in his Kingdom – although he was teaching Another, his powers are far-reaching. I turned after my peachy shot for a token gesture of recognition. I was disappointed for The Guru and Another were rooting in the hedge for strays.
But I carried on bravely to the 5th. Now, Par-3’s and I do not often see eye-to-eye – I was told very very early on that a Par-3 was an “easy hole”. Is it indeed, I thought to myself, well, let’s just see about that… But I finally managed on this fine day to get my first shot straight onto the green. And it remained on the green instead of making a break for freedom in the woods. I love my 6-iron I do.
And the euphoria was in danger of becoming incandescent when I managed to miss BOTH the 5th green and the bunker on the right with my drive from the 6th. ‘Twas a peachy day to be sure.
And then, upon the 8th, my head came up. I would like to confirm that it was NOT a fresh air. No it was not. I sent a divot about 40 yards down the fairway so I did.
But I recovered on the 9th and finished in an explodingly happy mood as I thought my overall score was about 8 shots lower than my best to date. Off 9-holes that’s not too bad. But, I was mistaken. My beloved clicker had hiccupped along the way and stopped on a digit when it should have moved. I was 10 shots off.
But the Lovely Lady-C could not have been nicer – she was a star after her big break and was very patient with me and my chronic foot-in-mouth syndrome…
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