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Back at the cottage - made a flyer from work and got up here around 7.30, and now I've been very well fed (thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unblinkered ) I have a very nice glass of Alsace to hand, and Daniel Müller-Schott and Angela Hewitt making a very decent fist of Bach's Gamba Sonatas on the stereo. Life is very bliss.
I forgot to post about my first round of golf this year. It was last Sunday, probably the nicest afternoon in the West of Scotland this year so far, and I played at my old club. I gave up membership about 17 years or so, mostly because I'd moved to Newcastle. I suspect I would have given up sooner rather than later anyway though. I rarely played more than twice a month, I hated taking 5 hours for a round, and I never really fitted into the slack and blazer crowd (much as I wish I could - I love Wodehouse's golf stories). It was good to be back, though. I recognised the charge hand, if not the pro, and the course is in really good nick. They've built a new hole, the 16th, which is shaping up quite nicely. I hadn't played in six months, and I lost 2 balls and made about 5 3-putts on my way to a 99; not fantastic, but creditable (at my best I'd have been lucky to break 90 there). I was supposed to be playing with my Dad and my Uncle Frank, but my Dad pulled out with an injured wrist, poor chap. I was two down at the turn, two up after 14, and Frank made a 15 footer on the last green to beat me, which is all you can ask for on a lovely sunny afternoon.
I won't be rejoining, since it still doesn't make economic sense, but it was good to be back for the day. Apparently you can step in the same bunker twice.
unblinkered ) I have a very nice glass of Alsace to hand, and Daniel Müller-Schott and Angela Hewitt making a very decent fist of Bach's Gamba Sonatas on the stereo. Life is very bliss.I forgot to post about my first round of golf this year. It was last Sunday, probably the nicest afternoon in the West of Scotland this year so far, and I played at my old club. I gave up membership about 17 years or so, mostly because I'd moved to Newcastle. I suspect I would have given up sooner rather than later anyway though. I rarely played more than twice a month, I hated taking 5 hours for a round, and I never really fitted into the slack and blazer crowd (much as I wish I could - I love Wodehouse's golf stories). It was good to be back, though. I recognised the charge hand, if not the pro, and the course is in really good nick. They've built a new hole, the 16th, which is shaping up quite nicely. I hadn't played in six months, and I lost 2 balls and made about 5 3-putts on my way to a 99; not fantastic, but creditable (at my best I'd have been lucky to break 90 there). I was supposed to be playing with my Dad and my Uncle Frank, but my Dad pulled out with an injured wrist, poor chap. I was two down at the turn, two up after 14, and Frank made a 15 footer on the last green to beat me, which is all you can ask for on a lovely sunny afternoon.
I won't be rejoining, since it still doesn't make economic sense, but it was good to be back for the day. Apparently you can step in the same bunker twice.