The Birdie cup was a medal format. Not exactly the best way to ease back into golf. An early night was needed. An early night was never really going to happen. A night out with the girls plus Maria and Jaco meant I didn’t roll in until 2:30am. Just over 5 hours sleep then!
"Time to go home?", not a chance Dino!
I had a quick warm up on the practice range that seemed to pay off. A great second shot on the first set up a decent birdie chance but I settled for par. That was about as good as it got for the front 9. I was playing with the captain who was scoring steadily. By the ninth hole I was beaten. I thought I hit a decent tee shot but it drifted dangerously to the right. Too dangerously as it turned out as I couldn’t find my ball, resulting in the dreaded NR.
Still, plenty of pluses to take from the day. The return of the beautiful weather. The proof being my tomato red face at the end that Monica would laugh at all week. The crowning moment was a birdie on the 14th. A beauty of a nine-iron shot over the lake to land within a couple of feet of the pin, leaving a nice uphill putt.
Aproach to the 14th Green.
Always nice to be inside the shadow of the flag.
The end result was that the captain maintained his good scoring throughout the round and won the inaugural birdie cup by a shot. I ended up with 25 stableford points. Not too bad after a long break. Grounds for optimism for the rest of the season.
View from the Club house.
The Captain with the trophy.

