STYMIED
Having recovered from my wind swept sojourn to the Isle of Man, I returned to my home club in the hope that the experience had been valuable and that I would continue to develop as an average golfer on any course that would accept me. Only a matter of weeks ago I hit a purple patch which saw me knocking 7 under my handicap on two consecutive days. The first a three ball at my home club with some new buddies and the second at Ganstead with Nigel. The three ball was part of a six man group that I have in some peculiar way become attached to, so rather than go round on my own every Wednesday, I am now part of a larger group, courtesy of an invite from James to join his mates on a regular outing. The first time I participated was less than satisfactory as my new found chums made a quick assessment of my capacity to play the game, when my opening tee shot hooked left and rebounded solidly off a wide trunk. Going around with a player who has a handicap of 10 is a particular...