The cheeks certainly had a glow to them as we strode round the golf course. At 2 or 3 degrees it wasn’t frozen and you were ok if the sun was out or you had your back to the wind.
Spotting the ball was a somewhat hit and miss affair when playing into the low winter sun (pun intended).
There was a certain urgency about the round which was played as a fourball-betterball. Mick and Gary versus me and Danny. There was a competition on so the tee was closed at ten am. Also because of the nights closing in everyone who normally plays in the afternoon turned up to play at nine in the morning. This of course meant that there was a huge queue on the tee with the prospect of us not getting away before the ten o’clock deadline.
We nipped over to the seventh and cut in ahead of a three ball which is why we rushed round – to keep ahead of them so as not to get in their way. It’s a good discipline actually. There’s no point in taking too long over a game of golf in the winter.
As it turned out the weather was glorious, even though there was snow forecast. The conversation was convivial and the game close. Danny and I went one up with one to play and we managed to scramble a half on the eighteenth which gave us the match.
Golf is often described as a long walk spoiled. Well let me tell you people don’t go out on long walks these days and a walk round the pleasant surroundings of Lincoln Golf Club is a delight.