The 13th On The 13th.

Back on the course after a week off last week and the break seemed to have done me good. Played the front nine better than I have for a long while. Couldn't quite keep it up on the back nine but still a reasonable and enjoyable round.

Managed to make myself sit down and read for the second afternoon in a row. Normally, I feel guilty about indulging myself like this (can only normally allow myself to do it on holiday) but I'm beginning to get more relaxed about it. Must be some deeply ingrained Protestant work ethic!