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It’s not the fanciest course around; some of the fairways give me a feeling of what it must have been like chasing a little white ball around the rough terrain of Scotland.
We had a
special surprise today. They were aerating the course – right in the middle of
the day. This meant the first fairway looked like this from a distance, for all
the world like they were about to plant corn.
Closer up, it looked like a horde
of diarrhetic geese had just been there.
For once I
didn’t lose my ball in the hungry brook that snakes through the whole area, sucking
up anything that lands in it, either lost in the mud or never to be found in the tangle of weeds on its
banks.
Still, at the
last hole there was a challenge I wasn’t aware of until it was almost too late.
A sign in plastic had been staked to the ground. Not seeing any writing on one
side, I walked to the other and still found nothing. I walked back to the
front, leaned waaay in and saw in sun-faded letters - “Hornets Nest.”
I hope you avoided a personal encounter with that challenge.
ReplyDeleteoh great warning! Nice effort!
ReplyDeleteThe brown on the fairway does look mighty suspicious. Turds I say!
hornets nest? in the ground?
ReplyDeleteYup. Not sure if they were really hornets, but we’ve had several encounters with ground bees.
DeleteYikes! I'm glad you managed to read that sign before you accidentally hit a golf ball in their direction.
ReplyDeleteOh my. At least you didn't get TOO close. I found a similarly marked nest in Hampstead Cemetery last weekend. Maybe it's the time of year for hornets to nest in the northern hemisphere?
ReplyDeleteA lot of personal attention is paid to that course.
ReplyDeleteLove the photo of the tobacco.
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