
I think of myself as a fair weather golfer. So when I set off for a few holes in the cold grey drizzle this morning I had low expectations of playing anything half decent. In fact I only went up to the club due to lack of more appealing options, I was determination not to go anywhere near the local driving range for a start and it was too miserable to travel far just to hit balls off matt's, so by default I decided on a few practice holes.
Amazingly I was not alone on the course, the hardy retired golfers of Yorkshire were out in force, so after just a few swift swings in the practice net I started cold on the 12th tee instead of the 1st. It was not much of a surprise when my opening 3 wood headed left on a worm burning trajectory that left me 15 yards behind some small trees. With the green out of question I played it as a par 5 and surprisingly hit the ball pure and nearly rescued a par with my first put missing by inches.
Onto the 13th Tee in a mix of snow, sleet and drizzle now and I played a huge long hook with my driver that found the lateral water hazard about 140 yards from the green. Playing three from the soggy rough 2 club lengths from the hazard I nailed my iron over the defending bunker to 10 feet and rolled in the put for a career Par save.
That set the tone for the next few holes, swinging slowly in the snow and in control I played golf like it's easy despite the north wind, the cold and wet I was enjoying myself and stood on the 17th tee just one over par for 5 holes.
The golfing gods brought me back to earth on the 17th with a duffed delicate chip that went less than 2 feet. The follow up chip was over hit as a result and I just missed the 8 foot bogey put taking a double.
By now the weather was worse than I have ever played in, and I was getting cold and the swing was no longer pure but more of a battle to stay smooth. Never the less I finally for the first time in my golfing life scrambled and ground out the score instead of getting down on myself and hacking it.
Onto the 3rd our stroke index one (hardest hole), into the teeth of a northeast wind, with the snow showing up the wind strength and direction like some kind of computer game. There was no way I could reach. Good course management saw me play it as a three shot par 5 and narrowly missed the 12 foot par put for another drooped shot.
By now I was quite determined to see out a full 18 holes despite the snow. I was in a perverse way enjoying the challenge of the bad weather.
Par, Bogey, Par, Par, Bogey, Par.
Stood on the 10th tee, my 17th hole of the day and I know that breaking 80 is in my grasp. In fact I know that I will need to seriously screw up to not break 80. The 10th is a long hole all up hill, I'm short of the dance floor in two and my chip is a bit strong, but a safe two putt See's me heading to the last hole with a smile.
A final sketchy 4 iron that fades a bit to much to the right, a chip over the bunker and a regulation 2 putt then i'm fist pumping the air in the middle of a deserted sleet battered golf course for a Bogey 4 and a personal best 78.
Now I know that the course is on winter tee's so it's short, and I was under no pressure not playing with anyone. Still I'm well chuffed with the way I played and how I scored. It's been one of my goals for this season to break 80 in a general knock and to do it so early in the season in awful conditions and bobbly greens hopefully bodes well for the coming years golf.
Particularly pleased with my putting today, short game work finally paying off? I hope so...
18 holes
Score 78, 8 over par.
71% fairways hit.
7/18 GiR
31 putt's (1.72/hole - 2.00/GiR)
Penalties 1