All right that is enough of the smutty innuendos and supposition on the part of the limited readership of these innocent "Ramblings". However, Wilma and I actually got to "play" with each other for the first time in real golfing terms.
In the past, it has been Bunty playing and me acting as some sort of John Jacobs as she progressed with the search for the elusive sweet spot in golfing terms (take your mind of the other connotation if you will).
We couldn't have picked a better day as the sun shone and the temperature hovered at a fine 18 deg C. The weather was fine as was the mood of the two riders on the electric buggy.
Such reverie was shattered with the opening shot on the first tee as yours truly, skelped the ball into the trees on the left side of the fairway. The bonus being it hit a tree hard enough to bounce back out and into the semi-rough! It was all down-hill from then on!
One lost ball but more shanks than a porcelain factory of toilet manufacturing. Bunty too had her trials but nonetheless, it was good to get out and look the part of golfers even if that was as close to being golfers as we got !
In the past, it has been Bunty playing and me acting as some sort of John Jacobs as she progressed with the search for the elusive sweet spot in golfing terms (take your mind of the other connotation if you will).
We couldn't have picked a better day as the sun shone and the temperature hovered at a fine 18 deg C. The weather was fine as was the mood of the two riders on the electric buggy.
Such reverie was shattered with the opening shot on the first tee as yours truly, skelped the ball into the trees on the left side of the fairway. The bonus being it hit a tree hard enough to bounce back out and into the semi-rough! It was all down-hill from then on!
One lost ball but more shanks than a porcelain factory of toilet manufacturing. Bunty too had her trials but nonetheless, it was good to get out and look the part of golfers even if that was as close to being golfers as we got !
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