Golfing Weekends – a must!

One of my golfing buddies suggested we have a couple of days away playing golf at the start of half term. Great idea I thought and I can thoroughly recommend this notion to any other golfer.

Our package was 2 rounds of golf, bed, breakfast and evening meal at Hollins Hall Country Club, nr Leeds. All this for an outstanding £85.

I got up like it was Christmas Day, all excited with what the adventure may hold. A short drive got us there in time for a great lunch prior to a 1.15 tee off.

Round One – 4 ball The Golf Bandit (18), Tiger Buggs (14), Old Len (20) and Dick Dastardly (20) was the group and the handicaps. We all played individual scores and a matchplay fourball.

The weather for the end of October was great, all playing in short sleeves. The course by the way is excellent and I would recommend a round there if you get chance. Dastardly and I started like the wind, I knocked up 4 pars on the front nine, yet disappointed with a double bogie on the 7th. We hit the turn 5 up – victory was tasting sweet already with Old Len having a Van De Velde round and the normally robotic Buggs misfiring. The back nine started with a monster 323 yard drive from me resulting in par and a half. This is where things went wrong! Psychology is my problem in golf, either not concentrating, throwing the towel in or making rash decisions. I would use all of these in a disasterous remaining 8 holes where I self exploded despite a near miss for a hole in one. Deciding I was now Tiger Woods because of my monster drive on the 10th I choose driver on 14,15,16,17 and 18 and balls them all up, including 2 OOB. To make matters worse Old Len and Buggs were firing again and up the 18th we had thrown away a five hole lead to be all square! We all putted for the hole, and Buggs nailed a six footer to win for them!

A thoroughly enjoyable first round in quite beautiful surroundings. Before what turned out to be an excellent evening meal we used all the facilities on offer and had a swim, sauna and steam room session. A few pints after tea set us up nicely for day two and round two.

Round Two – same teams and format as round one
Dastardly and I were determined to win this round after yesterday’s collapse. I started well with par on the first after we had to wait for three deer that decided to bound across the fairway infront of us. It was nip and tuck after 5 with Dastardly playing out of his skin and paring 3,4,5. I hit double bogeys on 7,8 & 9, effectively killing my card but we still sat one down after 9. I was determined to choose correct clubs on the back nine today and play better, I did by 8 shots in the end. Up the 18th we went all square again, and all putting for the match for a second day. Dastardly parred to give us a real shot and left Buggs with a little four foot putt on a trecherous green. The machine that he is showed no sign of faulting and rolled it in to half the hole and tie the match. Resulting in a 1-0 win to Old Len and Buggs.

The drama was far from over however, on return to the car park Old Len was faced with a flat tyre, with AA on route the Buggs and I set off and left Old Len to wait it out with a beer. Unfortunately he got stuck in a jam on the eay home too as the motorway was closed, getting in at 7pm that night topped off a weekend of underperformance from Len.

So, would I rcommend a weekend like is at Hollins Hall – bloody course I would. It was fantastic value for money, a great course and 2 good rounds. Wish I had put my driver away for the weekend though! The rematch has already been pencilled in for February half term!

The Vegas of the North

It has been a few years since I last visited Blackpool. I have fond childhood memories of donkey rides, rock and Joke Shops, so the thought of a weekend in a caravan brought some excitement. My two daughters were over the moon.

The caravan site was in a small village outside of the ‘pool, it was very nice and the caravan itself was great, the girls loved having their own room.

A great start to the weekend, what a good idea this was I thought. The issues of course arose on Saturday itself as we ventured into Blackpool itself. Firstly it appeared that everyone north of Birmingham had decided today was the day they toO would pay a visit to this seaside haven of the north. So after driving round for an hour and burning half a tank of priceless petrol we found a spot in a car park. Then I noticed it, we appeared to be in the middle of a freak convention.
Middle aged women on a hen do, with mini skirts and knee length boots all pissed and swearing.
Cross dressing blokes
Toothless, job less, brain less louts
These to name a few! My immediate thought was to protect my kids from these sites and run away!
However, my nostalgia took over and we ventured towards the beach and a donkey ride. The girls loved it and I had solidified some of my faith to bring a family to Blackpool. With a restored spring in my step we headed off for some lunch and catastrophe!
A family of four with a combined IQ of 6 and a dress sense combining The Rocky Horror Show and Brookside walked by us at the tower. The resulting couple of minutes made my mind up to return to the leafy surroundings of the caravan site, as mum and then son looked up at the tower with an expression of shock on their faces as if the tower was some kind of phallic substitute. They then decided in a flurry of grunts and expletives at te top of their voices that it was worthy of a photo and spent the next five minutes taking numerous photos. Nothing that special I hear you say except that they had blocked the entire path with their ‘sketch’ and prevented the combined masses of freaks and normal people from getting their own glimpse of the tower, and due to work going on meant everyone had to spill into the road to meanouvre past these idiots.
A swift exit via a bit of fun penny pushing in the excellent Coral Island brought an end our briefest of visit to the self proclaimed VEGAS OF THE NORTH.
I would go back despite of all this, but would ensure the comedy roadshow wasn’t going to descend on the town too.

My tip APPROACH WITH CAUTION.