Musings from the Merse
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
It takes something to drive Huttonian (no pun intended) off a golf course. 80mph wind coupled with horizontal rain; maybe. 6 feet of snow. Possibly. But 75F of heat? Surely not. I have played in 95F in Aden and with near 100% humidity; ditto in Dubai. In well over 100 in Kuwait but admittedly the dry wind of the desert kept the humidity at bay. But at Duns (MPBUI) ? It was just after 7am. The sun was scorching. No wind. Humid, certainly. Flies lots. Seemingly attracted by the anti midge spray on. It was just no fun despite an unusual 4,4,4 start. The clubs rapidly increased in weight even in my 'summer bag' The fairways were like concrete tough on hot feet. Why am I doing this I said to myself after a very sticky half an hour so I followed the usual example of the Cardiac Three and cut out many holes on my way home to cold water, shade and a light breeze through the apple trees.
I finished on a high note. I noticed through the shimmering heat haze a glimmer of water. A Mirage? The 18th green was covered in it-the Gnarled Old Greenkeeper having had his refreshing cool shower had left the water sprinkler on and gone off on his cart for a scenic drive, complete with white hat and twelve bottles of ice cold something. The water surrounded the hole. My third shot to this par 5 landed in the water and floated towards the hole. I stood there admiring it enjoying a pulsating shower. When I was cool enough I tapped the ball encouragingly with my state of the art under water putter_ U-boat X2. Mk 67
The ball sank gratefully into the hole. A Birdie.
It made it all worth while
I finished on a high note. I noticed through the shimmering heat haze a glimmer of water. A Mirage? The 18th green was covered in it-the Gnarled Old Greenkeeper having had his refreshing cool shower had left the water sprinkler on and gone off on his cart for a scenic drive, complete with white hat and twelve bottles of ice cold something. The water surrounded the hole. My third shot to this par 5 landed in the water and floated towards the hole. I stood there admiring it enjoying a pulsating shower. When I was cool enough I tapped the ball encouragingly with my state of the art under water putter_ U-boat X2. Mk 67
The ball sank gratefully into the hole. A Birdie.
It made it all worth while
Comments:
A bloggee has noted : "was recently reading your blog, and I thought that golf balls do not usually float which is why they do not occupy the surface layers. I am told they can usually be found on the bottom,
Perhaps the heat has softened the grey matter a little"
Well I have to admit the floating perception was because the water was only about a cm deep! And it certainly sank when it reached the hole. Grey matter fried rather than merely softened.
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Perhaps the heat has softened the grey matter a little"
Well I have to admit the floating perception was because the water was only about a cm deep! And it certainly sank when it reached the hole. Grey matter fried rather than merely softened.
