After not touching a golf club for 6 months I had low expectations for today's golf game at Bunclody. I was not contradicted in that by how I hit the ball. It got better after a few holes. We had no warm-up, which should be compulsory in the mind of every golfer.
Because I hadn't eaten much yesterday - two crackers - I wasn't exactly well fortified but managed two pieces of toast for breakfast. We decided to take a power cart, or buggy as they are called here. Well, this was a wonderful upgrade from other buggies I've used - quiet, nicely cushioned and sparkling clean. We took care of that sparkling look with the wet grass and dirt from our shoes.
It was a bit of a drive to the first tee, and indeed, there was often quite a distance between one green and the next tee. We only got lost once, choosing the wrong one of the two paths that seemed to head off in the direction indicated. As a result, we got to meet two foursomes of gentlemen golfers. The first group pointed to an area up ahead, indicating that we were on the right path. So we proceeded and encountered another group, with another set of directions. This group turned out to be correct. Reverse course. Reinterpret that little sign. The first group waved at us as we passed them going back, and pointed to the area we were now aiming at. And so, we arrived at the third tee.
The course is beautiful and is in great shape. The greens were not especially quick but they ran true. But not always into the cup with the first putt.
As we were a twosome in a cart, we were waved through by three groups. This saved everyone a lot of grief - either waiting or finding people very close behind.
The most unique feature of the course is an elevator from the seventeenth green to the 18th tee. As we had a cart, I dropped Pat off for the elevator ride, and I drove the cart. When I got to the top, I was at the right location but saw no sign of Pat. I caught a glimpse of a bridge, but no elevator, and concluded that in fact, I had taken another wrong path. I drove back down to the fork in the paths and realized that I had indeed followed the right one. Turning around required a 3-point turn then I once again drove up "Mount Bunclody" at a steep angle and this time Pat was at the top. It had been quite a walk from the elevator. Another wonderful example of my sense of direction. And they let me drive here!
I had stopped playing after 12 holes - my tank had run out of energy. We celebrated at the 19th hold, Pat with her Guinness and me with my Cranberry and Soda. I ate the soup and 1/3 of my toasted sandwich. I enjoyed the rest of it a short time ago - rather over-heated in the microwave.
The route "home" via Aldi for a couple of things, was pretty straightforward. I didn't try to take the shortcut via Clonegal, the one that ended up being a long way around via Tullow.
Tomorrow's weather should be relatively dry so we're planning on the 9 and dine at Coollattin and Saturday we'll head to Borris where the course was recommended. It's one of the oldest courses and sounds lovely.
All in all not an exciting day but it was lovely to swing the club and sometimes hit the ball well. My putting was not bad - only one 3-putt.
This evening is an "at home" sort of thing. The tv (once we plugged in the cable) is indeed working and has a great selection of channels.
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| On the first tee - optimistic to little avail |
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| Pat had laid up so as not to lose a ball to the creek - she still parred the hole |
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