The golfing fest continues, with Tristan still on leave just before he starts at a new office. Saturday, Sunday and Monday saw three more afternoons on a local golf course, with things going in my favour 2 to 1. Saturday was very very windy and we thought a visit to the par 3 course at Ampfield might leave us less exposed that we would be at Chilworth, and so it proved, with plenty of trees providing a reasonable degree of shelter against the gales. It’s a long time since I played at Ampfield and the course seemed in somewhat better condition that it was those 7 or 8 years ago, but still offering a varied challenge to the mid and short game. I found some form after a shaky start and recorded six pars and a birdie, taking the Dad vs Tristan by a healthy seven holes.
Tristan got his revenge the following day when he won by 3 over 12 holes by playing bogey golf to my double bogey golf. What a difference 24 hours makes! On the Monday things went my way again, but only just, when we played a varied selection of 13 holes, starting on the first but missing out 4, 5, 6, 10 and 11, just finishing in the moonlight as 5 o’clock drew nearer.
Today (Tuesday) was Chilworth Seniors as per usual, with a big turnout despite grey and damp conditions following overnight rain, with some nagging drizzle following us over the final few holes just to cheer us up. It was a team event, the so-called coloured ball, with one member’s points counting double on a rotating basis, best two scores per hole to count. We struggled to score big until the last couple of holes, so failed to make the prize list. I had a half-decent front nine, then played increasingly desperate golf on the back, only recovering to make two pars and two almost pars over the final four holes. Inconsistency is clearly still my middle name.