Filed under: Scotland, sports | Tags: gales, golf, scottish golf weather, weather, wind
80 mile an hour wind gusts with the prevailing windspeed around 30mph.
The group that went out in front of us at Lundin Links on Fife’s southern coast lasted one and a half holes, lost one of their trolleys which blew onto the beach and one of the players had already also lost three balls.
We had a bacon roll, a cup of tea and headed home.
Common sense prevailing over the prevailing winds.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Casey, Celtic manor, Europe v usa, golf, Golf Ryder cup, Monty, Paudraid harrington, ryder cup, tiger woods, Wales
Having missed most of the four ball play I’m now looking forward to a lazy weekend of viewing the biennial orgy of continentalism. The very loud “oggie oggie, oggie” from the Welsh stands certainly got things going this morning.
It is, of course a strange decision to play such a weather dependent event in the short days of October in one of the wettest countries in the world, but looks like they’ve gotten away with it.
Monty’s early rhetoric (winding up Woods and claiming Europe was already one up after the 4 ball draw) showed what an arrogant fanny he can be – Woods won and Europe are one down!
Harrington should not be here. He looks out of sorts and down on himself. I’d certainly have picked Casey or even Sergio. But ho hum, that’s the way it is.
My prediction is a very narrow European victory.
By the way, you might enjoy the comments just posted by an anonymous contributor on my previous post.
Off to St Andrews in the morning to make an arse of myself.
I’ve creamed a drive, smacked a sweet 3 wood to 70 yards and stand with a pitching wedge on the 2nd fairway at Dundas. “Nice shot” my opponent shouts as I nip a sweet little wedge greenwards. Two bounces and it drop off the pin into the hole. After 35 years of waiting I finally shoot my first ever eagle. I was pleased. Ross my opponent high fives me and I go two up.
Two holes later, despite playing to five under my handicap I’m only one up. and at the turn it’s all square. Then I lose 10, 11, 12 and 13. Four down with five to play. But I dig deep and win 14and 15. Disaster awaits on the 16th tee though and a hooked drive leads to a five. It’s all over. All I have to remember this round by is that elusive eagle. But it’s a sweet one.
When I saw Tom at home I asked him. “How’d you play son?’
“Crap, but I eagled the first.”
Whatever. He’s had about 10.
Filed under: golf, life, sports, stories | Tags: dundas parks, golf, winter golf, winter league
It’s been a long time coming. But I finally posted a sub par score. Six under par in fact and when I left the course I was lying second overall by one point, having missed a birdie putt from five feet on the 17th.
The fact is, I had a lesson three weeks ago and it corrected my grip which meant I drove better than ever before in my life.
But all credit to Chris Rough – one of my playing partners. I was six ahead of him after four holes but he then shot nine (net) birdies in the remaining 14 holes to lead by one on 43 points.
Filed under: family, life, sports, stories | Tags: advanced highers, any bloody grades, careers, exam results day, exams, fct, golf, highers, O grades, pass or fail, s grades, the dunfermline masters, The fringe
Exam results tomorrow.
All three of our children await them with different levels of importance. And engagement.
When they come in most will be met sanguinely.
Good or bad they (mostly) tried hard. (Those that didn’t know who they are.)
But it’s not everything. Exam results.
Amy is doing an amazing job at Scotland’s top Seafood restaurant.
Tom is astounding on the golf course; his handicap has now eclipsed most of my adult mates and he will be on the fourth tee of the regional final of The Dunfermline Masters tournament, as his results certificate plops through the letterbox, tomorrow.
And Ria is, from Friday, taking centre stage in a ten day run in the world’s greatest arts festival.
Me? I try.
Jeana? She delivers.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: golf, golf widows, holidays, St andrews
Looking forward to your golf trip then?
Came down the stairs to say cheerio to Mark and this is what greeted me?
You’ll be away then?