Spot The Ball

You'd think it would be easy to see the ball that you'd just hit, from only a few yards away, into this particular patch of the pond or at least one that we, or some other poor soul, had deposited here in the past - but no.

We spent a lot of time traipsing after errant balls this morning. Neither of us were playing well and for the first 9 holes I couldn't seem to hit the ball right; in fact on the second hole I was afflicted by some sort of fairway equivalent of the yips and could hardly manage to move the club to start my backswing!

Then, from out of nowhere, I played the second nine better than I ever have before, taking 14 fewer shots than I had for the first nine. It's a funny old game!