Worth a boast

Okay, the ninth is (was, two weeks have gone by!) a par 4, 327yds, an uphill dog-leg affair with a nasty looking hole half way along ringed by warning signs of the ‘Danger Steep Drop’ variety. On the first day my drive had been a bit too far right, but I did well with a second shot that went around the top of the quarry thing and trickled towards the green. Think I got down for 5 which was fine by me. Well, on day 2, after my drive, I had to hit on a line between the quarry and some trees. So, 3 wood in hand, I gave myself a talking to and for once got it spot on. The wind was behind, and when Mo (standing at the top of the hill) started waving his arms, my heart sank. I thought I’d gone through. But no, there it was, only three feet from the pin. And I made the putt. I’ll just say that again. I actually made the putt! Worth a boast, I think.