PGA Golf after Bridge

So it’s finally Thursday and the day we would all sample a PGA Professional Golf Course for the first time.  Much checking of golf clubs and pressing of trousers preceded a run to Sports Direct for shoes for this old man to go with newly acquired polo shirt yellow and blue sleeveless jumper from the day before.

Cold drinks (Check), Pork Pies (Check), Granola Bars (Check).  Wet weather gear also bagged and ready to go.

We left with plenty of time to spare and crossed the old Severn Bridge into Wales; took first left and then as if by magic the gold course was pretty much there.  St Pierre was approached with some trepidation, particularly the fact that we would be announced on the tee and watched getting away.

We booted up and greased trolley wheels and headed to the putting practice green where the first thing immediately apparent to us all was the quality of the putting surface.  No hiding places of easy excuse when the ball actually travels where directed by the putter.

Cherie nailed a fine drive off the first and received thumbs up from the announcer; Marcus sent his ball off in the right direction and we escaped further scrutiny.  We were able to relax more in consequence.  The role of honour at the first included Tony Jacklin, Seve Ballesteros, Ian Woosnam and others as shown in the image below.

 

It was four rounds of mixed bag to be fair.  Cherie, Reece and Marcus undoubtedly had the edge over Michael, who had some blinding shots from time to time.

 

We thoroughly enjoyed the round which took some 15 minutes over four hours.  The views from the course were awesome across the Severn and the old Severn Bridge and the Welsh Countryside.

 

The boys were two up with two to play and after a disastrous 16^th Michael and Cherie looked on the ropes.  They recovered to take the last two holes and square the match.  The finish at the 18^th worthy of the watching gallery of three mice and a rat!!

Sausage Casserole for dinner, some television followed by Monty Pythons Life of Brian, and then more chatter left all wasted and again ready for bed.  Must be the sea air?