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Flying High In South Africa

It’s hard to find something new in golf these days but I’ve just discovered something that’s going straight on to my bucket list.  I heard about it from a guy who is going to do some work on our house over the next few weeks and, knowing I was about to visit South Africa, he sent me a link to the Legend Golf & Safari Resort in Entabeni Safari Conservancy in the Waterberg mountains, three hours’ drive from Jo’burg.

You know that conversation we’ve all had at one time or another…..”What would you do if you won the lottery?”  Well, I am set to wonder no more and I may even start buying the odd ticket.  Two of my favourite things – going on safari and going golfing – are combined under one umbrella in this fabulously scenic country but here’s where my interest is really piqued.  The 18-hole golf course has each hole designed by a different designer, starting at the 1st with former Masters champion Trevor Immelman and ending with another South African, two-time US Open champion Retief Goosen.  In between there are holes designed by Sergio Garcia, Justin Rose, K J Choi, Raphael Jacquelin and Padraig Harrington, to name but a few and collectively these holes make up the Signature Course.

Irresistible as that course may be, it is their 19th hole that I want to play.  The Extreme 19th is a par 3 measuring 391 yards and the tee, perched precariously on a ledge of the aptly named Hanglip Mountain, is accessible only by helicopter.  The hoped-for destination of your golf ball is a green, shaped like Africa, which sits in a valley nearly 400 metres below you.  If you’re lucky, it takes thirty seconds for your ball to find its way to the putting surface from the tee.

The longest, highest par 3 in the world. [Courtesy of Legend Golf & Safari Resort]

Anywhere in Africa will do! [Courtesy of Legend Golf & Safari Resort]

“This is the most unique spot that I’ve ever hit from in my 55 years as a pro.  It’s quite a thrill,” was the verdict of Gary Player.  Harrington – that’s him on the tee in the featured picture at the top of this piece  – was the first person ever to record a par on the hole and said, “It’s a real fun golf hole.  You can’t get over how long it takes for the ball to come down.” 

I have to admit I’d just love a go at it, notwithstanding suffering from a touch of vertigo.  And one of the really cool things is that every person who tries it has their score recorded – even the No Returns.  To date the highest score returned (apart from the NRs) is 76 but I did notice that Lynette Brooky, the talented New Zealander who used to play on tour with me, recorded a 4.  Pretty creditable, I’d say.  There have been a few birdies but no holes in one – yet.  The resort says the first person to get a hole in one will receive $1million.  Another good reason to have a go.

Postscript:-

A few weeks ago I wrote about my goal of climbing Table Mountain, which was quite a challenge not least because of a few health problems last year.  Well, I’m happy to report that the challenge was met head on – and attained!  Thanks to all of you who inspired and helped.  You know who you are – we’ll have a glass when next I see you. [No water for me – ed.]

 

The start of the climb and the work is done… but is it enough?!

 

It is!

April 27, 2018by Maureen
Our Journey

Laughter And Inspiration A Double Tonic

We in the UK and Ireland all know this is the time of year when the golf season really starts.  For years it has been the Masters in gloriously technicoloured Augusta that has been the inspiration to shoo us out of doors and dust off the clubs.  For some reason, however, I seem to be trending in the other direction.  As I write, my last 18 holes were at Muirfield on March 25th and barely a clubhead has collided with a ball since then.  There are good reasons for that – speaking engagements; teaching commitments; family get-togethers at Easter; a week’s broadcasting at the Masters; and then, last weekend, two old schoolfriends, Rossie and Tricia, came to stay.

You can’t imagine the amount of chat and blethering from three Irish women who were last all in the same room together in 1984 – or perhaps you can!

With Tricia and Rossie, a rare moment of silence!

Husband Brian was relieved to escape back to work on Monday.  (Yes – he’s “unretired” himself.)  He took himself off on his motorbike on the Saturday while we walked the walls in Chester but his arrival home sparked great interest from our two visitors.  Tricia, in particular, was keen to experience riding pillion after an interlude of several decades and a Sunday outing was planned – Brian and Tricia on the bike and Rossie and me in the car.  Amazingly, Brian has lived to tell the tale – and Rossie and I needed oxygen after uncontrollable laughter overtook us.  Tricia’s efforts to get her leg over the bike left us doubled up.

Brian braced for the strain.

All ease and grace…

So, you see, there’s been a lot going on, some of it golf related certainly but not much playing of my own game.

I’m beginning to find it very easy to slip into a mode of “making do” with my golf.  As long as I hit the odd decent shot I seem to be settling for that and not minding too much.  Where has my fierce competitiveness all disappeared to?  Is it simply the logical acceptance of anno domini and of someone who no longer is prepared to practise, I wonder?

That last round I played at Muirfield was foursomes.  Foursomes is the name of the game at the Honourable Company and my partner for the second 18 that day was Gabrielle Macdonald, former Scottish champion and oft-capped International player who is working hard to see if her future will, indeed, lie in the professional ranks.  Frankly, Gabrielle inspired me.  She has reignited some competitive juices and I want to call a halt to putting up with my woeful standard of play and my mindset of the days of being a “proper” golfer being behind me.  It was a pleasure to hear the sound of crisp iron shots leaving the face of the club and to witness a deft touch around the greens.  And I found that I want that for myself again.  I know I can do better and it’s time to put in a bit of effort.  So, I’ve decided to take myself off to Somerset next month and see my old pal and former coach, Lawrence Farmer, who has retired with his wife, Sally, to cider country.

Gabrielle Macdonald – reminding me of how golf should be played. [Photo courtesy of Gabrielle]

I’ve had a few coaches throughout my golfing life starting with Johnny Hunter at Portstewart Golf Club and P. G. Stevenson (Stevie) at Royal Portrush.  Gentlemen to their fingertips they both spent decades at their respective clubs and were both succeeded by their sons who followed suit in the longevity stakes – a couple of true golfing dynasties.  As I made my way up through the ranks I had half a dozen years coached by the great John Shade at Duddingston Golf Club in Edinburgh before his untimely death.  He coached me to my two British Amateur titles and I still have notes taken during those sessions. My memories are of laughing endlessly with him as we wrestled my swing into shape.

Denis Comboy of Delamere Forest was another who made lessons so enjoyable and spending time with him on the practice ground was never a chore.  But, with all due respect to these fine teachers, Lawrence is by some distance the best coach I’ve ever worked with.  This has sometimes been to his detriment as, during his time on the Seniors Tour he was in such demand from his fellow competitors wanting him to cast his eye over their game that I’m sure his own golf suffered for it.  Anyway, I’m off to see him next month and I just can’t wait.  No more dampening down of my passion for this game.

Lawrence, front left, in the 1990s, studying Sam Snead swinging hickory-shafted clubs.  Always learning.

So, now that the sun has finally made a welcome appearance it’s time to flex those golfing muscles.  No matter what age or stage you are at your enjoyment will be enhanced by a few lessons with a PGA coach.  We can’t do it all on our own – a set of eyes on us does help and, if you choose the right coach, you’ll have a lot of laughs along the way.

April 20, 2018by Maureen
Our Journey

Muirfield – And Golf – On The Move

You know what they say about buses?  No sign of one for ages and then two come along within seconds of each other.  Well, it seems to me that the same sort of thing is happening in golf as regards change.  Nothing of any great significance happens for years and then a flurry of activity explodes centre stage.

On Wednesday I was the guest speaker at the Hertfordshire County Ladies’ annual dinner at Porter’s Park golf club, a venue and dinner I first spoke at ten years ago.  There’s a lot going on in the county at the moment, what with the men’s and women’s side of things amalgamating and new initiatives and names coming into being.  In my experience this is seldom a smooth path, with the inevitable flexing of muscles on either side but with patience, strong listening skills and an eye on collective goals and aspirations I have no doubt the joining together of the two sections can and will be successful – and Hertfordshire golf will be the better and stronger for it.  With members the calibre of Elaine Radcliffe, former professional and Curtis Cup player, in their midst, Jane Walter, the intrepid captain in this time of change and Lesley Hewitt, the first president of the new collective, there is a strong and stable base for success.  I just hope that there remains room in the new association for some separate men’s and women’s dinners and lunches.  After all, everyone enjoys them and surely we don’t have to be joined at the hip ALL the time, do we?

With president Lesley at the Herts County dinner. [Photo courtesy of Jane Walter]

My evening at Porter’s Park was made complete by meeting up again with Brickendon Grange member Deirdre Martin from my home town. The dinner brought us together after forty years or so!  Our fathers were great pals and had a regular fourball for many years at Portstewart and when they were a man down I was called in to make up the numbers, first doing so at the age of 12.  The boys played off anything from 7 – 12 handicap and, believe you me, it was a tough school – no quarter given.  I loved it and those games certainly helped shape my golfing career.  Meeting up with Deirdre again made the decades slip away and it was just lovely.

At the weekend it was off to Muirfield for our annual match against the members of the Honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers (HCEG) in the Madill Trophy.  Huge change is afoot here too.  Scaffolding is shrouding a large part of the clubhouse as preparations are made for building ladies’ locker rooms and readying the club for the inclusion of the fair sex within its walls as members.

Muirfield – each brick painstakingly being removed by hand.

We are homing in on this match’s quarter-centenary celebration and although there has been undeniable momentum towards history-making changes there has been one indisputable constant – the welcome and hospitality afforded us by our impeccable hosts.  That has never altered.  This year we were treated to the club’s famous Sunday lunch and, afterwards, just prior to the trophy presentation, my February landmark birhday was marked by a cake and a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday. This was accompanied by a gift of Peter Brown’s lovely photographic book of the 2013 Open at Muirfield – the one in which Phil Mickelson triumphed.  I must admit I never thought I’d be celebrating a birthday within the hallowed walls of the HCEG but I came crashing back to reality when it came time to present the trophy to secy Stuart McEwan as his team won for the third time in the last four years.  They are closing the gap!

Another win for “The Lads”!

Life is unpredictable and one of the only things we can be sure of is that things never stay the same.  Any change can be scary, uncomfortable and disorientating but as I said earlier, as far as golf is concerned, if we have a positive attitude and collective will I believe we can make our great sport even better and share the fun we all have with even more men, women and children.

March 30, 2018by Maureen
Our Journey

Augusta, Putters, Rain And Spain

All the golf talk is of the Masters and the big buzz around this year’s tournament, which starts next Thursday, weather permitting.  Can Tiger conjure up the comeback to end all comebacks and win again; will Rory complete the coveted grand slam; what chance Sergio celebrating Azalea’s arrival with another green jacket;  is Danny Willett still a major factor or a busted flush; can anyone beat Bubba at Augusta if he’s at his idiosyncratic best; can a fireman make the cut?  [Matt Parziale, a firefighter from Brockton, Massachusetts, won the US Mid-Amateur to qualify.]  So many questions and all being well, we’ll have all the answers a week on Sunday.

Not an implement you’re likely to see at Augusta this year but useful enough if your stroke has got a little out of kilter. Worth a try Rory? [Actual putter is smaller than image above]

Luckily for all of the above, I’m not putting any money on anyone or anything, having learned from bitter betting experience.  My men/women/horses/50-50 chances invariably come to grief, so I’m giving up, even on the Grand National – I think Team Spirit, in 1964, was my last success, a fluke of mythical proportions but I was too young to realise that that sort of luck couldn’t hold.  Lee Westwood, a golfer who likes a flutter and takes more than a passing interest in horse-racing, had an amazing punting run at Cheltenham the other week but I suspect he’d swap it for another four competitive rounds at Augusta National.  I believe he has to win in Houston this week to get in.

In the meantime, over in California, the first major of the season is already under way:  the ANA Inspiration at Mission Hills Country Club in Rancho Mirage, hard by Palm Springs, started yesterday.  Hard to believe I used to go there every year, starting in the days when Dinah Shore’s name was still in the title and she was the hostess with the mostest.  I’d drive across the desert from Phoenix, home of the Standard Register Ping of blessed memory, won four times in a row by the inimitable Laura Davies and the event where Annika Sorenstam posted her record-breaking 59 [I was there!].  The course was called Moon Valley, so perhaps there was a certain mystical magic in the air.  Dame Laura is still competing in California, on the Dinah Shore Tournament course, in an event she has yet to win, a particularly irritating gap in her formidable resume.  Will she win this week?  Doubtful, given that the best players in the world, younger and fitter, make up the opposition and LD started with an 81 but golf is a funny old game.  Keep an eye out.

The 1st tee at Whittington Heath, with the adjacent 18th lurking close by, invitingly, embarrassingly….

To lower the tone and the skill level considerably, I am feeling a tad overgolfed this week.  It was the captains’ drive-in at Whittington Heath on Sunday and there was a 9-hole comp, not won by me and my long-suffering partner.  She used to class me as a good player – until she saw my opening effort at the 1st.  I was lucky to make any sort of contact and my ball ended up on the 18th green, a holeable 15 feet from the pin.  I’d driven all of 30, perhaps, being generous, 35 yards.  “I’d have gone and picked it up for you,” my partner said, “but I didn’t want them [the guys playing the last] thinking it was mine!”  Steps: 1,537 [forgot to put my phone in my pocket].

Fortunately, the following day, in the final of the Winter Foursomes, I was playing the evens, though we did start at the 10th because the golfers of the West Midlands Fire Service were out in force.  I made a better fist of my drive and avoided most of the trouble, though my partner Bev Chattaway and I were outhit (well, I, of the non-existent swing speed, was) and outlasted by two of Whittington’s many Sues – Spencer and Sims in this case – who won the final three holes to win 2 up.  Congratulations to them, it was a good battle.  And thanks to Bev for her equanimity in the face of adversity.  Steps:  14,150.

The final of the Winter Foursomes in glorious sunshine. My partner’s all in black…;

Tuesday was the Grandmothers’ comp, with a stableford for those of us who aren’t grannies.  I played like a particularly decrepit great, great granny whose chosen sport was bowls – or bridge, or bagatelle, anything but golf.  I don’t often change my putter but my stroke had been so peripatetic that I’d rooted out The Little Swan, a minute, aged mallet by John Letters of Scotland, that is dwarfed by the ball.  If you don’t make a decent strike, the ball goes nowhere, so it concentrates the mind wonderfully.  Not that it worked on Tuesday.  Steps:  12,873.

Spot the difference. If your striking has gone a little wonky, try The Little Swan, left, just visible behind the yellow ball.

On Wednesday, it was off to Moor Hall in Sutton Coldfield for the first round of the Annodata, a five-a-side team event off handicap.  We had hail, torrential rain, ordinary rain and beautiful spring sunshine, so my opponent and I, who hadn’t the luxury of a caddie between us, were kept busy juggling towels, brollies, hats, gloves, specs, whatever.  No wonder our golf was a trifle sclaffy.  The course wasn’t quite as wet as the Loch Lomond of the 2000 Solheim Cup but it was soggy enough and striking the ball cleanly was cause for celebration.  When spring is properly sprung and everything is blooming, Moor Hall is a lovely place to play golf and it’s where Maureen once had so many birdies that the scoreboard ran out of red numbers.  Oh happy days.

For the record, WHGC won 4-1 and can still dream of the finals in Spain.  Steps:  17,642.

Yesterday, blog day, I contented myself with tai chi and a trip into Birmingham to give blood.  I’m up to donation number 48 – it was a sluggish effort but we blamed the slow flow on the cold – and I’m hoping to hit the half century by the end of the year.  Steps:  10,018.

 

March 30, 2018by Patricia
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