MAN and SUPERMANEmpty course and not a greenkeeper in sight so I thought I would give a rest to the big hitting and play some relaxed holes on the Annesley Course (MPBUI) aka No 2 Course, aka The ladies course, aka the Hen Run. When I say empty I omitted to mention the guy who I found ahead of me when I poised, Tiger like, trusty driver in hand contemplating a spot on the fairway some 250 yards ahead. (enough boasting-Blog-ed) The spot was not vacant. Filled by who we shall call Superman for reasons which may be apparent. Not content with propelling one ball around the course-that's normal, nor two, that's irritating but not uncommon for a single player but Three. A man with three balls and me behind him. He was well aware of my presence but he made no move to let me through. Ha! One ball in a gorse bush; now he must stop to search and I can get past. No way; he pulled a ball out of his pocket and played on with three: slowly, methodically and lingeringly.
At the third I was contemplating hitting over his head and dashing past. But I was saved by a
canis ex machina as Pliny had it. Stalker and the ball finding Alsatian appeared from the gorse stage right. Ally finding one of the the the balls quite reasonably picked it up assuming it did not belong to yer man who had lots more. But the man saw it differently; yelling at the dog to drop it he went charging after the Alsatian at his top speed of 4mph. Ally moved up a gear to 4.5mph and they both disappeared into the bright yellow yonder with Stalker in luke warm pursuit. I strolled past (having a rather nice birdie-since you ask)
I later saw yer man trailing along behind me. He was down to two balls.
That's normal for you.
