The day was fab. Warm t-shirt weather at 8a.m. Sadly my somewhat toasted forearms clashed unbecomingly with my classy purple Lacoste top. Fashion and I do step warily around one another.
But, the 1st 6 holes were grand for me. The Buddy was accompanying me to mark my card so he played outta his socks as ‘twas only a practice for him. Annoying, no?
After my happy 1st 6, I had a slightly tense 7, 8, 9 & 10. In fact, I was so tense on the 10th that if you’d flicked me I’d have chimed like a bell and then shattered. Thankfully, flicking is prohibited on the course so I managed to relax and continue to go with the flow.
And there I was at the 13th again. I was on that awkward fairway place on the 13th , you know the one where the pond is in your way? (‘Tis quite a large awkward area, to be fair). So, I lined up my shot for the pond, confident that it would skew right, as all my shots do. Except this one. Straight, sure, stunning, splash.
Not to worry, I thought (among other thoughts that shall not be recorded in script), I’ll teach myself to hit over the pond. I fished out a somewhat weary & lumpy ball from my bag – a Bagpuss Ball – lumpy, scuffed but true. I dropped Baggy in front of the pond and went about condemning him to a watery grave.
And yet no, he flew up and across and over the pond to bounce perfectly upon the green. Good ol’ Bagpuss.
I rested Baggy for the 14th and 15th and resurrected him for the 16th. He did not let me down – skirting Barrow and pond like an ageing ballet dancer. And, upon the 17th he expressed a feline’s true aversion for water and went skittering into the woods on the left, dry as a bone.
The day’s golf was ending for me as I hit a peachy sandwedge onto the 18th green to be there in 5 (not brilliant, but hey). The ball was in love with the daylight and it was shot number 10 before I could persuade him into the hole. Golddurn good weather…
Good weather can affect ball performance when
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