It's a hard life

Especially if you are a hippo. We headed off to play 18 holes which seemed more like 25 as I wandered in a zigzag fashion trying to find my ball.

Fortunately the course was relatively quiet so our pathetic attempts at the game did not impede the progress of those more proficient. We did have a lot of laughs at jammy shots that skiffed over a small dam, bounced off paving and went backwards after hitting a tree. Who said this was a serious game.

It was a beautiful 26 degrees which the hippos also enjoyed, there is quite a large pod of them in the dam just now. Tomorrow we will wander over to watch them take their nightly wander down the river.