Familiar Territory

After our trip away I was back on familiar ground for the Thursday golf round this morning.

The course had dried up remarkably since last week and I played the front nine as if I’d never played the game before, having real trouble judging the faster speed of the greens. Bizarrely, having got my worst score on the front 9 in years, I suddenly got the hang of the game again and played the back 9 in my best score in years. I actually took 19 fewer shots than I had on the front 9.

Anyway, the contrails above the 12th fairway took my fancy.