Stuff and Things
Jul. 24th, 2008 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
f4f3Quite an exercisey day yesterday. As well as having a morning run, I went for a game of golf after work. The weather co-operated, and it turned into a nice evening with a couple of drawbacks. Paul and I had headed off to Bearsden Golf Club, a nice wee 9-holer we've played a couple of times recently along with two of our Spanish colleagues. We got there nice and early, just after 6, only to be told that women can't tee-off after six on a Wednesday. No, really.
So we hastily rearranged and headed off to Hilton Park instead, which is Paul's old course and about 15 minutes away. The course is well kept but very, very hilly. I doubt there's a piece of fairway where you could drop a ball without it running away from you. And it's home to every type of flying insect, and some which can hop. Despite the Skin So Soft I was slapping away bugs on almost every hole. I was playing ok, but because of the hills and trees (presumably put there to stop your ball running downhill to the sea, 5 miles away) managed to lose 3 balls.
We played half a round, and then sat down outside the clubhouse to enjoy the view and have a well deserved drink.
Had a night of strange dreams - I was spending the night in a railway waiting room with my ex and our son, and she turned out to be a hustler at some European-wide business game.
I woke up with sore legs (presumably from running away) so Merlin got a stroll instead of a jog. Which gave me an excuse to use my new camera on the walk...
So we hastily rearranged and headed off to Hilton Park instead, which is Paul's old course and about 15 minutes away. The course is well kept but very, very hilly. I doubt there's a piece of fairway where you could drop a ball without it running away from you. And it's home to every type of flying insect, and some which can hop. Despite the Skin So Soft I was slapping away bugs on almost every hole. I was playing ok, but because of the hills and trees (presumably put there to stop your ball running downhill to the sea, 5 miles away) managed to lose 3 balls.
We played half a round, and then sat down outside the clubhouse to enjoy the view and have a well deserved drink.
Had a night of strange dreams - I was spending the night in a railway waiting room with my ex and our son, and she turned out to be a hustler at some European-wide business game.
I woke up with sore legs (presumably from running away) so Merlin got a stroll instead of a jog. Which gave me an excuse to use my new camera on the walk...
