Golf, as we all know, is a strange but also a strangely
satisfying game. All thoughts of my first drive into the Dinkie disappeared as
I walked down towards the17th green.
On the first tee, there was a very cold wind and true to
form I hit the ground harder than the ball which toppled over the edge into the
Dinkie, as three quarters of them have since we made it out of bounds.
But on the 17th tee it was warm, the wind had
died down and to quote John Betjeman, how straight it flew, how long it flew… a
glorious, sailing, bounding drive that made me glad I was alive. And then the
very turf rejoiced to see my quite unprecedented three.
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