The 7th was a par 5. A long par 5 at that. If they’d let you have a par 6 it would have been a par 6.
Anyway, I teed off and hit a lovely ol’ shot. Straight down the fairway. Geoff followed. Landed in the rough about 45 yards from me.
No change there.
Shot 2 just about got us both over the hill. It was a real blind shot. The crest was such that you always have to wait for the bell to ring before you play.
Someone should have told the jokers behind us.
Poor old Geoff.
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