This morning was an exceptionally foggy morning. The radio was blasting announcements to stay home and travel later in the day as the fog on the roads was heavy.

I had an 8am tee off time and arrived earlier. I prefer playing golf early in the morning and being one of the first there because I want to see the sun rise.

This morning, fog was all over the course and as I looked over the 1st and 9th holes, it was like I was looking at a watercolour painting. Muted greys of trees outlined by a yellow sky as the sun was rising above the trees.

It was quiet and still too. A perfect golfing day. I count myself lucky to have this place to come to (despite not playing so well these last few months. 🤣)

The fog started to lift about 9 am to reveal a gloriously blue sky and the temperature reached 19 degrees. Unseasonally warm for our winter.

I didn’t play so well today. Or indeed these last few months and even though I play at least three times a week plus I get lessons now and again, there’s something a miss.

I’m beginning to think that I care too much for this game. It’s psychological. I need to care less to play better.

After a round of 18 holes, I stayed back and had a bit of lunch and coffee with the ladies which I enjoyed. I count myself lucky to be playing this during the week and having a “third place” that I can go to anytime and have people to socialise.