At least there was a birdie…

Sam and I played our first rounds of golf in England on Sunday afternoon.
We borrowed two sets of clubs and went with Paul to play at his home course, Elsham Golf Club.
The course was great, although my play was not.
Granted, I was playing with borrowed clubs, but an opening 47 didn’t feel that great, especially since I said I was between a 7 and a 10 handicap.
A front nine 47 is more like a 22 handicap.
It took a while to get used to my set and the way my shots were coming off the clubfaces. I normally play a push draw with my set at home, so it’s no wonder that most of my shots stayed right of my target since that’s where I was aiming.
I hadn’t made a par by the seventh hole, although I had just blasted a 330 yard drive.
The seventh is a short, 300-yard par 4 with out of bounds on the right. I hit my drive off the heel a bit but straight down the middle to about 40 yards out.
The green on the seventh has a severe false front which slopes back down the hill. I managed to place my approach shot just over the crest of the slope, about 15 feet away from the hole.
I sank the mostly straight putt for a birdie, my first and hopefully not last overseas.
We could only get in about 13 holes before it started to get dark, but the seventh was the best hole that day for me.
I’d write about the others, but it’s much more fun to talk about making a birdie than describing how I struggled to make bogeys, double bogeys and even a 9 on the other holes.
Sam, who’s just starting to get her swing down, played well for her first round in England and had a lot of shots of which to be proud.
We can’t wait to play again.