Eighty-seven

This morning I turned up for my optician’s appointment only to find that it had been booked for next Friday. Somewhat at a loss as to what to do, I popped home to pick up my golf clubs, and headed to Wandsworth to play a couple of rounds of the Central London Golf Centre’s nine-hole course.

Its par is a meagre 31 (five par threes; four par fours), but it’s good to get out there and if you walk directly from tee to flag, it constitutes a 4,3km walk. I suspect I always walk somewhat further than the advertised yardage.

And I’m glad I chose that course of action for the day. The ground was beautifully damp, and despite it being mid-November, it was somewhere between t-shirt and jumper weather. The air was loaded with moisture but not a drop fell.

The first round started in unspectacular fashion. A bogey on the par three opener, followed by two double bogeys and two triples on the four par fours. But I crowned the first half off with three bogeys and a solitary par on the four consecutive par threes.

So out in 45. Fine indeed.

Back to the first and off we go again. Another bogey on one followed by a triple bogey. But then things improved. The four par fours were made up of a five, two sixes and a seven. But again, the closing par threes were my saviour. This time, two pars and two bogeys. Home in a miraculous 42.

Eighty-seven for the round. And although par is only 62, this is from a player that has never cracked 100.

Based on a handicap of 28, it constituted a heady Stableford score of 39.

Happy days indeed.

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