Letme just say this score does not reflect what was a superb evening game at Royal Park yesterday after a long day at work. It was a real pleasure to get out on the links and swing a few clubs. The last three holes were an absolute disaster (9, 11 and an 8).
For only the second time at Royal Park, I managed to keep the ball out of the trees on the all-important first drive, landing the ball about thirty metres from the pin with a five iron. A firm left hand grip and the club lined up with the breastbone, turn the head as you swing instead of focusing upon the ball.
Thanks Ron.
The first hole set the pace for the remainder of the course, let down by some sloppy putting and an awkward short game. One of my playing partners put me onto a nice chipping style (its all in the wrists) that I have since attempted to evolve in an effort to use my whole body to chip.
Just keep it shit simple.
