The picture above is of the 13th green at Tidworth Garrison Golf Club. The hole, indeed much of the course, was designed by a jauntily-named fellow, Harry Shapland Colt.
I am a member at Tidworth, which means that I can play this hole every day.
Lucky, lucky me. For those who golf (it is contentious whether golf may be used as a verb, but I thought I’d throw it in there) – it is a par 3 that can be anything from a 9 iron to 4 iron depending on the wind.
For those who don’t golf – it is a beautifully landscaped bit of land that can give pleasure, just by being there.
Spring is making a real effort here in Southern England. The rain has gone away, the sun is out and the temperatures are climbing. Carpe Diem.
Easter Sunday saw me in a competition, Tuesday again – and I have rounds scheduled for Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday. Absolute heaven.
In my defence, a round of golf, carrying clubs, is a seven mile walk and burns off two and a half thousand calories.
Thursday until Sunday also sees the first ‘Major’ of the year – where the great and the good of golf all gather in Augusta, Georgia to compete for the coveted green jacket. (Oh, and a bucket load of cash too.)
Time differences mean that in England, I can play golf during the day, burning off all those calories, before settling down in front of the TV and putting all of the calories back in as I watch the big guns play the game.
This immersion in golf is fantastic fun. There is a downside though.
The golf handicap is coming down, I am fitter and lighter but the novel is not coming along at all.
Perhaps I could dictate in-between shots?
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