Bloody hell :-(

If I had thought that standing outside on the terraces yesterday was cold, I had another thing coming. It was -1 degrees as I parked the car at the golf course, and certainly didn't get any warmer.

I think I have definitely got frost bite in the fingers on my right hand, and my toes could go either way as they start thawing out from the cold and light snow.

Clearly the high standard I set last week was not maintained! The only other photo I took was of Andy standing next to his ball on the 12th hole. For minutes he had been complaining that it wasn't fair to have a par 3 that was over 200 yards long. Then the smug git landed his ball within 4 feet of the hole. Chris was closer to the 7th green than the 12th - and even my second attempt (the first went a very long way, but sadly in the wrong direction) was 30/40 yards away from the hole :-(

But Mrs Nicktor thought there was more fun to be had in a shot of my ball running into a sand pit. With all the practice I'm getting, I am getting better at sand shots. I landed this about 6 feet from the hole and putted in to rescue a par