Golf on Hold!

Disaster ! My second foray onto a golf course has left me blistered and infected! I can barely walk!

We had gone prepared – firstly I had purchased padded heel grips and plasters as well as allowing my heels to heal! Furthermore, Peter had selected an easier 9 holes- flatter and less rough plus it had shorter fairways, or whatever you call them.

‘Not really a golf course at all.’ He’d scoffed. ‘More a pitch and put course.’

I did manage to finish the nine holes and had felt that the heels were only slightly bruised by the end of it. But, within two hours one of them had swollen to the size, dare I say it, of a golf ball.

It was yellow, soft and spongy.

It was also throbbing and painful.

This morning, I can’t walk! I have administered T Tree and Lavender oil and can do nothing more other than allow it to heal.
If anyone out there has experience of blisters and can offer a foolproof deterrent I would be most happy to hear from them, otherwise, I fear my golfing days may be over and ebay the richer for offering my Big Bertha for sale!

On the technical side, I did enjoy the game and learnt not to give up when things begin to go wrong- which they did. Anger, I have discovered, is a great aid to getting the ball down the fairway. All the time I tried to be intelligent my strokes failed, or merely dribbled the ball into the rough, behind a tree or into the ditch! When I gave up thinking and just whacked it we achieved some distance, although not always in the right direction. Peter shouted ‘four’ for me and instructed me that it was my duty to follow where the ball went and warn any unsuspecting golfers on the next green!

I only lost one ball and was pleasantly surprised to discover one on the 8th green which had been discarded, so, all in all, I came away with the same number of balls with which I started.

I have realised how expensive balls are and will be marking mine with indelible ink to reduce losses.

I think Peter is beginning to tire of being my nursemaid, so if any ladies out there fancy joining me I have a spare set of steels.

As my feet prohibit any more rounds for a couple of weeks I shall ring Dave and see about another lesson to perfect my swing on the range.

Sorry there are no photos today but I didn’t think you would relish a picture of infected skin!